Pipe down, son. I'd love to jump on the bandwagon and flame the hell outta your ass, but Faulkner already had a field day with your kind. So quit your wailing, simpleton, cause your only characteristic more prominent than skin blemishes is your perpetual kindergarten intellect.
Your avatar is tempting me to head over to KFC for an extra small order of chicken poppers with a side of bitching and moaning, so do me one more favor and quit tainting this thread, and toss some threads on that supra-sternum semem storage instead.