Old Pustenlik had been hiding away for quite some time lately.

Then I purchased the last two Call of Duty releases for the Xbox360.

I have little tolerance for stupidity during my gaming experience.

Last night another random kid logged on and started dropping F-bombs randomly and managed to raise the ire of yours truly. Now, awake and seething, and walking out, balls flapping, from the deep recesses of my brain in which he'd been hiding he has resurfaced, Old Pustelnik ripped into him.

Now when I attack people, I keep it clean. I don't throw around the curse words ... Old P has become a bit sophisticated in his anti-social behaviors. What set it off was when the kid pretended to be older and said,

Brat: "Oh yeah! I'm in The Marines! Where do you live? I'll come over there and kick your ass."

Old P: "Yeah? Where are you stationed? What division?"

(silence)

Old P: "Hey Marine! You sound a little young. I was in the service for a bit, where are you, what division?"

Brat: "I'm not a kid, I just have a disease in my throat that makes my voice sound weird."

Old P: "I hope its cancer. Liar."

Brat: "That's a pretty f---ed up thing to say."

Old P: "Where are you stationed? What division? This is probably all the actual combat you'll ever see is on this game."

Brat: "Okay - I'm not in the Marines - I'm pulling your leg. I'm sorry."

Old P: "I have a lot of good friends who served in Iraq and lost some people close to them over there, and you're throwing lies around like that and expecting sympathy? Sorry 'boutcha."

Brat: "But ... hey ... can you tell me about the service, I'm thinking of joining next year,"

Old P: "I hope you really do get cancer."

EPILOGUE: The kid logged off with his tail between his legs, but shoots me a friend request. I accpeted it and talked to him yesterday, so he's been straightened out and educated a bit about what kind of lies a person can get away with and joining the service.

He's going to go Air Force.