Oh! Oh! Viagra is mentioned and Cape pops by to say hello.
Go ahead. Call it a half a roll of dimes. Alice calls it a better night than usual.
You're hardly one to be talking about snoring there, Little Miss Asplundh.
Ok Fatso. Sorry. My bad.
Toughen up, Buttercup
Wait. Wait.
SHE'S "buttercup", and I"m "Fatso"? Heck.
Apparently, you really DO like her better than me.
I don't like anyone.
Especially Cape.
And retarded little sh!ts who think they have some sort of divine right to make the entire civilized world stop in its tracks so that THEY can cross the street.
Hey kid, you want some rights on the road? Get your old man to pay excise taxes on your f'ing Air Jordans.
Till then, stay outta my f'ing way. You've been warned.