OK Rand, I will try to be as clear to you as I can. Sixx accused Ms Fran of pimping and tried to tie the example that because she shared a incall with other ladies, that was equivalent to making money off her. That is what I responded to.
Originally Posted by oralick
Just goes to show how some people are so blinded by their own bias that they can't see straight.
Sixx made insinuations of management.
Francisca made the claim that her monetary gain from associating with Marissa was absolutely nothing.
Sixx countered
that with sharing an incall as an indirect monetary gain.
You jumped in to save the day by 1) putting words in his mouth and saying he claimed "income" was derived from the situation, 2) turned it into a roommate situation instead of business expense, and 3) then had the stones to try to make Sixx out to be the idiot.
I felt the example he used was absurd, so I responded that was a real "stretch". Lots of Ladies share incalls, does that mean one of them has to be the "designated pimp"?
It's difficult for you, isn't it? It's a stretch for Sixx to build an argument that she had
some financial gain (before she said they don't share equally), but it's not a stretch for you to turn that into a couple of coeds sharing an apartment to save money? Do You Understand Nobody In This Thread Called Anyone A Pimp For Sharing An Incall?
If, in my response, I confused you with my example, or you thought my example absurd, fine. That's your perogitive just as it was mine to reply to Sixx's postings.
Trust me, you're confusing no one with your trite attempt at deflection. Your refusal to pull your head out of your backside to see light of day is a testament to how far you're gone.
But you are starting to remind me of a dog I once had that chased it's tail around and around in circles. Except you may be chasing xxx's and yyy's.
It's commonly believed that a dog's personality and behavioral problems are related to the owner's. You should probably take your dogs out for more walks, at the least.
You're starting to remind of
that guy. The one who is nice enough, fairly quiet, willing to buy one more than his share of rounds...then one day, you notice when he tries to tell a joke, he's an utter idiot. So you force a chuckle, look around and notice that everyone sitting at the table noticed, and go on with the rest of the conversation.
Welcome to the table, next round is on you.