Hank.

Obfuscating.

Maybe Fatso should write the Iranians a love letter like he does to little Kim, and polish their balls even though they violate the terms of every agreement ever made.

STFU, Shank.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames