Hey fucktard, why don't you quit complaining and do something about it! Fuck it!
I'm the kinda person to go to fuckin' jail just to prove a point. But I have two somethin's that most people would like to refer to as balls. Maybe that's something you lack.
Quit complain', you red-eyed shitkick fuck.
Next time I'm in line at the local Grocerie, tell ya' what I'm going to do.
I'm going to fuckin' charge each item on a different card, just to prolong you fuckers pain and agony. And then, if anyone mumbles mundanely, I'll take my can of green beans, and smash their faces in.
Oh, and Al Caponeoni, the enraged mobster, is back.
Bait & Tackle, bitch.