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What happened to all your poor spaces? :(

"Apparently you misunderstood my post.My intention was to convey the fact that my youngest,while completely capable of accessing the internets himself,typically chooses activities outside"

Indeed, I did misunderstand your post - because you failed to convey your thought properly. You absolutely implied that you were luckily exempt from the worries of this article, because your son chooses to do other activities at the exclusion of social networking online. You later contradicted this statement. I pointed it out for the funneh, funneh lulz.

"Now as for the comparison to the kool-aid drinking sheeple;You have absolutely no idea what,or who,you are talking about."

Here I think you just plain missed my entire point. It had absolutely nothing to do with "kool-aid drinking sheeple." I was merely taking our discussion up until that point, and dialing it up to 11 (in this case replacing social networking with cyanide and sports with coolaid) to point out the miscommunication of your original post. You gave no context to the idea of being "lucky" - so the most logical conclusion was that "lucky" meant exempt from worry.

"And on an end note;If you are unaware of the intellect stretching game of talking "smack",perhaps you should develop a social-life yourself that involves humorous interaction with people in the really-real world."

See, now this was purely just chali1690 and myself poking fun at your verbiage. My comment (and I assume his as well) obviously had nothing to do with the connotation of your post (your son shoots the s**t with real life friends online) and everything to do with the downright humorous way you chose to express that thought ("practice talking smack to his compadres").

"/grabs crotch and lifts in your direction*"

This makes me worry for your children, am I wrong in assuming you are a professional wrestling fan? ...or that Larry the Cable Guy is your personal hero?

As for children - no, but my girlfriend and I are about to start trying for our first (no, not married - but we've been together for 9 years - it's not a commitment issue, I simply have no interest in joining an institution which disallows so many of my friends from participation simply on the basis of their choice in a life partner). I can only hope that my future child has plenty of compadres to practice the intellect-stretching game of "smack" with.

(As an aside, I thought "compadre" was the spanish equivalent of a godfather - I am unsure of it's usage here, but it strikes me as strange. Isn't the modern connotation a lifelong male-male friendship, usually with children about the same age?)