If you took that comment seriously, you need more than an apology. You need a lobotomy.

But I suspect you have become quickly acclimated to our environment and are simply fucking with me. So, I see your apology, raise you a chode-smoker, and steal your beer.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Shit. I'll steal back her beer, see the apology and choad smoker, and raise you wirthling's nutsack, a piece of rye toast and Brad's mousing hand.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

I'll see attitudechicka's beer and apology, ObiJo's choad smoker, my nutsack (I have a spare), a piece of rye toast, and Brad's mousing hand, and raise you Gabe's favorite furry slipper, Spankling's sweaty leather thong, and Andy Dougan's crackwhore of a mother.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

She still looks like Sebastian Bach with titties.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

That's why mum's gone to Cleveland.

Too rich for my blood. I steal the beer back and fold.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

You still want my beer after everyone else has touched it?

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Mediocrity at its most average.

They make you sign an agreement to that effect when you're born Irish.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.