How in tarnation are we supposed to git on, knowin' that this is what's waitin' down the trail. Now I may not be the shiniest peso this side of the Pecos, but I know a few simple things about this high-falutin' world. Now if y'all ain't fixin' ta have a reasonable chat 'bout trucks, guns, queso dip, or Shiner, then I reckon yer all hat and no cattle. Now I'mma take my Texas plates, git back to mah bungalow in Rockaway Beach, and set a spell o'er yonder. I sho nuff can't be havin' a conniption fit in these here comments with all y'all a fussin' and a feudin'.

This is like having to watch a bad acting class where people think they're being clever and doing "that accent" really spot on.

Fuck you IA! Don't you know we're all just a bunch of passive-aggressive fucks that don't have anything better to do? You really hurt my feelings...

Naw naw, @8, don't pitch a hissy fit just 'cause IA's argument doesn't have a pot to piss in. It may be dumb as all git-out, but they didn't get to pick their switch for beating this dead horse. They just came to raise cane and get as busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kickin' contest but, if you ask me, they're a few pickles short of a barrel.