you young snappers got no respect- now get off my lawn!
Your lawn? I've been squatting on this here lawn since Uncle Whitley took it from the Sioux using only his wit and his bare hands. And ain't no grimey-toed, two bit paperboy fresh off his mama's breast going to shoo me off.
i remember when computing was what your bartender would do to your debts at the end of the month....
* throws a spit ball at BonSelf
*fires up the rascal and runs down grayhood