AYE, MOCKERY! SCREW YOU!

[Shipwreck]

All right. I had a night to sleep on all this, and I'm feeling much better.

You see, yesterday my grandson came up to me, and called me Polly's Pussy. So I made him take off my boot, and I cracked him upside the head with it. When I asked him where he got that kind of shit from, he staggered over to the computer, and showed me this website.

I was more mad at him than I was of the piece. In fact, upon second glance, it is pretty funny. Parrots control people. Ha ha. It's not bad.

So I'm sorry, and we can put this ugly business behind us. From now on, I'm going to help you guys out as best I can. I'm a former GI Joe, for Christ's sake, so who better to lead the misguided youths of this board?

Remember kids: Whenever you're angry, just take a deep breath and count to ten. If that doesn't work, attack a small dog. It gets the agression out, and there's little fear of them being able to fight back, or telling on you. DON'T hit your grandson, because he can talk. The fucking cunt.