What the hell, I'm bored:
SpleenBlade, I hereby and forthwith challenge you to a battle of disastrous proportions (for the likes of you) using the platform of CMAK. Ergo, I shall pound, eviscerate even, any troops you may sally forth against me. You cloddhopping waste of ozone, I shall chortle in glee as you lose both battle and dignity to my superior wit, intellect and cunning.
I would not promote you to kintergarten member for fear you would kill yourself with crayons, or some other pointy object. Prepare to be beaten in a way not seen since Custer last stood, but you shall be even less gloriously disposed of, and the shell of your former self will be forced to pay homage to my greatness for all eternity.
Since you cannot count (you registered the 13th. I don't know how the 19th is 12 hours later), I shall send you something, but only when I feel like it. I shall crush you thoroughly.
Enjoy your evening. </font>