So whatcha gonna do about it, punk?
Why, I oughta…
Fuhgeddaboudit.
[sub]I was thinking Three Stooges, which shall explain the following…[/sub]
:: makes poking out the eye motion with pointer & middle finger ::
:: slaps forehead repeatedly.
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do!!!???
I’m gonna …
[sub]…run away!!![/sub]
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
You got to ask yourself one question, “Do I feel lucky?”
Well, do you punk?
We’re going to the matresses.
HEY! Don’t make come over there!
If I have to stop this car…
Does I gotta’ kiss you straight on the mouth? Huh? Does I? 'Cause that’s the “kiss of death.”*
*[size=1]At least I think it is, but I don’t really know. See, I’m just a dirt-farming Yankee. I’m not really well informed about the Mafia protocols, especially since they’ve become a huge non-factor in the past ten years.[size]
Here again is another example of why I should click the “post reply” button instead of just typing in the “quick reply” box.
I can’t code worth crap.
You don’t even think to call me Godfather.
What? I’m here to amuse you??? What am I? Some kinda clown? I’m here to f**king amuse YOU???
I thought the same thing.
::runs around in a circle on the floor hooting ‘woowoowoowoowoo’::
Spread out…
Nyuck nyuck nyuck!
Oh no you didn’t. Oh. No. You. Didn’t.
<taking off hoop earrings>
Oh, it’s on now!