In case anyone hasn't heard, Sansou and I are now rivals. (see Desert Cat's thread, "Birth of a Nation"... err.. I mean "Death of a Nation")
City Dizzy is in Da Hizzy and I'm straight trippin'!
I know that Sansou is an atorney and is supposed to be all smart and stuff, but I have sleeves... long, trick-filled sleeves... and I'm not afraid to use 'em.
Oh, I can't wait to imagine the stunned expresion on Sansou's stunned, lawyer-y mug when he finds himself stunned to be at the business end of one of the stunning zingers for which I am known. (I'm working on a particularly lacerating jibe right now which will be perfect once I think of a word that ryhmes with "spatula!)
If I lived closer to San Diego I'd go over to his house with my custom-made kid-skin slapping gloves and begin this dule properly, as gentlemen do... but since the drive is kinda long this thread will have to suffice.
I'll get things started:
So, Sansou (if that's your real name) have you stopped beating your wife yet, hmmm? (oh, the diabolical simplicity of this trap makes me giddy!!!!!) Well, Sansou? We're waiting.