It doth feel good,
laying down the
beating-of-ass!
 
As much of an ass
as I think you are,
I'm impressed.
Hail! Relief be my
feeling now!
 
  How didst thou
keep from soiling
thine armor?
Cork!
 
Fucking nasty. Pungent! I doth felt like
a ripe, gaseous
plastic balloon.
 
As if that weren't
bad enough, you
could've gone
without your
victory dance.
I am going to
have to agree
on this one.
What! That be
the best part!
 
Normally, yes.
But, even I have
a problem with
"The Skullfuck."
That doth say
a lot right there.
Thank ye,
Simon Cowell.