Yes it is! It's not just contradiction .

No it can't. An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition.

An argument isn't just contradiction .

Oh, this is futile! I came here for a good argument .

You did. Just then .

WTF? You just contradicted me !

It is !

No, it isn't. It's just contradiction .

Look, this isn't an argument .

You most certainly did not .

You did not !

You didn't .

No you didn't .

When ?

No, you haven't told me any such thing .

Is this the right debate? It says that it is a "Private debate. "

Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser !

I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes .

No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

What! ?

I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Yes! Do it, baby! Do it !

What's the matter now ?

I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby! Doggie style... .

Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.

I'm tugging off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly .

Come back to me, lover. I'm on the bed arching for you .

Are you OK? Can I help ?

What's the matter ?

I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties .

OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool .

What! ?

I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear .

I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me .

I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.

Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive .

I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

I'm moaning softly .

I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest .

We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

I want you. Would you like to screw me ?

I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?