Doesn't bother me.

I have come accross many people in life like this person.

He is the sort of person who drives through a puddle deliberately to soak pensioners, then goes home all pumped up, gets undressed stands in front of a full length mirror kissing his biceps, shouting whos the man, while cracking one off into an old sock.

The best thing about him is that he is too thick/incensed/stupid to see what I am saying.

MMMmm......now theres a surprise!

Honey, she won't . . . oh how to put this without being too cruel . . . . The reason why ain't [ijust[/i little man syndrome. You know what the last inch and a half of a pool cue looks like? Thin end? Rub that, turns into a cocktail sausage.

You catch my drift girl? He's maaaaaaaad at the world.

You wanna go on about being in a wheel chair...fine.

I win because I can walk.

O NO YU DI'ERNTTT

Hey Plumrose Party Sausage Sock Boy

When you walk does it sound like you are walking on twigs and gravel because of your crispy socks?

Just admit it youve been owned