No, Ike, I don't hate you. I love you, just as you love me, we are one big family... just don't argue with the UNCLE, right?
We don't have slavery or indentured servitude in the U.S., and you need not concern yourself with serving me. Perhaps we can serve TLC -- with a nice Cianti and some farva beans.
By the way, what names did I call you, again? At least I never accused you of hatred and an inclination towards grudges. That's O.K., Ike, you just keep adding to that verbal body count of yours.
Pý (your backhanded solicitiousness was quite uncalled for, Ike... though it does make me feel as if I've arrived) |
