Theeeeeere's my brutha.

Maybe "higher, harder, faster" but not quite as often would work for you.

Don't bail, man. I'd miss you. Seriously.

And it's real f-ed up that you made me say that.
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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