As wicked as you are, swet thang? 
It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.
to quote pulp fiction
I’d like to
“Go medival on his ass with a blowtorch and a pair of pliers”
J
Because Fido ate the Hand Grenade for me,
When the Tans came round to search the house at tea,
I said, “Take this, dog, and eat”,
He thought it was a can of meat,
It was the hand grenade that Fido ate for me.
Lock him in a room and have someone read every MPSIMS post to him.
Gypsy: Tom, I don’t get you.
Tom Servo: Nobody does. I’m the wind, baby.