You're sorry, alright. You're about the sorriest excuse for a darkside poster I've even seen. You're dumb, your sense of humor is sh!t, and you're all hung up on male cheerleaders for some reason. I can't think of any value you bring to the table at all.

I understand your dad's disappointment now.
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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