Are you a scrote?
 

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You are afraid you might be. That's why you clicked here.

You want to tell me that I'm wrong; but then you'd have to admit you clicked here.

So you'll scurry away, back to your safe little hiding place. You'll cram the knowledge of your scrotehood way down inside a deep, dark hole at the bottom of your brain. And you'll try to go on living.

But one night, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now, you'll wake up screaming, in a pool of sweat, cursing your scrotish nature, and you'll see my face hovering in the darkness of your bedroom, the darkness of your soul, laughing a cruel laugh of omnipotence.

Scrote.

Nope, I clicked to answer your question.
No, I am not. You are confusing me with Rowland Rivron.

Nope. This is a scrote.

Maybe. What's a scrote?

um...

No, but my husband is :) .

Yes, you labe you.

I'm sorry, did you say scrotum?

'cept we've no idea what you really look like.

I'm like the neighbor on Home Improvement.

In the UK 'scrote' is usually used to refer to a criminally minded, often unemployed young man. (Also known as a scally).

Third Person is NOT a scrote.

I may or may not be a scrote.

I am definitely not a scrote hood.

I know you are. But what am I. (just continue to repeat)

Well hello Third Person.....an interesting monika ya gots there;P