Ok... let me get this straight. 1) you leave a sucky review on my other submitted movie insinuating that I am a gay man who likes tellytubbies. 2) I respond brilliantly by interpreting your most frequent wet dreams of being raped by dogs. 3) MONTHS LATER you can't handle getting your ass kicked in my review response so you write me a novel here on my only other submission, hoping against hope that you'll get the last word. Allow me to dash those hopes.
Yes, I've blammed movies. I blam ones that have no redeeming value at all, that look as though they took 3 minutes to throw together. You see, I can TELL which ones look like the 3 minute flashes, because I, unlike you, have worked within Flash and know how time consuming it is. This movie and my other movie you reviewed took me slightly longer to just magically fart out of my "40-year-old-male-homosexual" ass. As I've said, I am still working on my skills, and that's why I've submitted nothing else as yet, because on my next submission I'll have devoted months (off and on) to the finished product. I realize that taste is a matter of subjective interpretation and you're entitled to have any opinion you wish. But, likewise, I'm entitled to respond.
So, "Inspector Frinkling," when you bothered to look at my profile and see that yes, I have amassed a few blam points, did you bother looking at the reviews I've left? Most are encouraging, complimentary, and some even offer some advice to help the Flash author improve. Yours, however, can be directly compared to the quality of your mother's queefs immediately following the hysterectomy she insisted on going through after taking a look at the product of the 12 hours of grunting, screeching labor that brought you forth into this unfortunate world.
In other words, you and your "10" can go blow a rabid goat. "The Orifice Origin" is hereby and will forever more be dedicated to you, Inspector Frinkling, my favorite obsessive fan!
*smootch*