So.
The other night as I was demonstrating my usual suckage at XBox golf, Pony lifts his head up from the floor he's conquered with his girth, and turning to look bemusingly at me says, You know, You really suck at this game.
"Fuck you, Pony," I retort, plopping my ball deep into a bunker on the fourth at Sawgrass.
Whatever, Man. You still suck. Hey, can I have some chips? Or maybe a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich?
"Sure, just get up and fix it yourself, I'm busy sucking at this stupid freakin' game," I answer.
Aww, Man. You know I can't do that. You're a dick.
"Yeah? And you're a dog. Now go lay down."
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