I am going to punch you in the face, kick him in the balls, say goodbye to Gennie, and fly away.
Shut your filthy mouth.
Don't make me get the belt.
I am going to hit you in the face with this phonebook.
Now I am going to punch you in the throat, because I don't want to kill you, and you have to perform tonight, but I want you to stop talking.
I am going to kick you until you stop moving.
Screw writing. Your feet alone are freakish enough to make me rich. Rich! I'll take you down to the Southern Sates and display you. I'll make a fortune!
*rubs hands together gleefully*
With my bare hands.
Just wait until we get home.
Labels: Snaring the New West Tour