Update - Theater of the absurd, final act   Sure enough, no admission and no apology. And no denial of the long list of incontrovertible facts, just denial - I really don't care what you think . I just thought I would Thank [sic] you . I don't need a lecture. And i [sic] won't waste any more of my time on you. But, wait, it turns out that she has lied yet again. Six hours later she (or another of her personalities) blew a main valve - i must have one last word. you are a piece of trash! I can't believe you.yes i have learned something [sic] not to buy from trash.I looked at your collectibles what a bunch of shit! I would rather buy from the good will [sic] . For the record i never said i was an expert . Clearly you think you are. When i received the money order I thought to myself well the bitch finally came threw [sic] so I bought another doll. Thank you again [sic] this doll is well worth the money. yours looked like the trash that you are. I hope that this will make a nice page in your hall. Well if your selling doesn't pick up in the future I'm sure that you will qualify for welfare. I can just tell that your [sic] that type. The know it all [sic] that sells shit on ebay. You know what i am talking about.Well that is all that I have for now or that i would care to waste my time on . Goodbye [sic] you piece of shit! My, my, it would seem that I have taken sandpaper to a raw nerve or three. An object lesson in knuckle-dragger insult writing at its finest! Perhaps even useful, if you're in the 4th grade. Sadly, although not surprisingly, it looks like my earlier phrase "her mental extrusions of excrement" was dead-on more than just figuratively. Perhaps she crawled into her bottle after reading the last few Hall updates. Very funny stuff. I'm always slightly amazed by what some of these dim-witted losers will cough up when poked in the right places with a sharp enough stick. Probably due to the constant frustration of being a lifelong screw-up. Perpetually reduced to ineffective sputtering and foot-stomping. Since I doubt that she's capable of topping that last outburst of infantile, foaming-at-the-mouth goober-speak, I'll just let her rest on her case as submitted. Gotta run, or I'll be late for my appointment at the welfare office!