I shall dole my smacking out to those more deserving, you know them well. Those that talk it up heavy and don't enter. Yeah, THOSE GUYS. You know who you are.
You don't want to know what I was really thinking, but it had something to do with: Hula-hoops, long heels red bottoms, corset, lace thigh-highs, a limbo stick, flashlight, a tricycle, pony, and one of those big hats they wear at the Kentucky Derby.
I'm the beast, that lives in your undies drawer and eats all the edible ones. Then I ware the crotchless ones on my head while rummaging through your refrigerator in search of queso covered spam while drinking your last beer.