You looking for my acceptance? I'm the wrong chick to ask. If you paid up on a bet to me and insulted me in the process I'd be writing my own poem. But don't know how much would be printable. Hell, you people can only spell "biatch" and "bastid". I don't think my sick sense of humor would work here.

But you wouldn't do that to me, right, Doucheman? After all, you didn't go to college to get stupid did you?