He he he he
I have no questions or doubts about your sexual orientation, political orientation, intelligence, or the nature of your relationship with my mother.
and we could debate golf is a sport, that Coors is a beer, that Pepsi is fit for human consumption, or that the designated hitter rule is not a threat to the American way of life (but we'd probably agree on those)
and I'd never fuck with your kids, my dog or my truck
However anything that is accompanied by pochuli (sp) stench and frequented by women with armpit hair is fair game where I'm from
