I'm perfectly fine. I'm home early on a Friday, sitting on the patio, drinking a beer and wondering why you're such a twat.

You hate liars, but you make excuses for the one in the White House, and you're a big, fat liar yourself.

lol

I'll be alive long after you're feeding worms, gramps.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames