Remember what we wuz talkin' 'bout a few days ago, sire? How . . . with crazy buck-toothed choppers like hers . . . her boyfriend more than likely doesn't put his . . . uh . . . mangina-hood . . . anywhere near that menacing looking maw of hers? Maybe he's been usin' her left ear and knocked her left eyeball all askew in fits of passion, as it were, eh?

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence