HA! You just cannot help yourself, kinya, tpaine? LOL!
tpaine at the grocery store:
Cashier: That will be 12.49, please.
tpaine: (snarl) You would say that, you polyester-wearin' frightbag. G-d knows why they let you run loose, you twisted, gnarled, half-dead nicotine-smelling jackal. Nothing you've said can convince me that you are anything but a lonely spinster with a cat collection and three worn-out vibrators.
LOL! Gotta love ya, man. I'm glad you hipped me to your modus operendi so many months ago. It makes it easy to see what you're up to, and now it really amuses the heck out of me. :o)