Beer? Dude? Let's start over, I am a Dudess, and I don't drink Beer...too much yeast. Chill pill? I might be able to find one of those, but I don't even like to take prescription drugs.
Actually just keep a tight reign on Gore from ranting and raving and I will be fine. The man rubs me the wrong way.
OK. Fine.
It seemed like you were accusing me of being Algore ... a truly heinous and infamous charge.
Algore is a wimp. A pissant. A whining, lying, dissembling, spineless, brainless, mindless, gutless, bottom feeding, bilge drinking submoron. He has bad breath and body odour. He is a socialist, an abortionist, and a gun-control-freak. If he rubs you in any fashion, you've let him get far too close.
He should probably be wearing one of those nice, white, canvas jackets with the extra long sleeves and the buckles all over.
But that isn't my call to make.