you boozy fuck of a man.
I see you're taking a brief and well-deserved respite from wolfishly assaulting loved ones/going on racist hate-benders/berating world religions not your own.
There are only so many hours in the day to be a detestable cockatrice.
Well then, let me get right to the point, Bitchboy.
Denny can't help but notice how badly you need to get your besotted ass beaten down. And he'd very much like to be the one to undertake said beat down.
So I'm going to be in front of Phoenix's own Seamus McCaffrey's Pub tomorrow night at 9:00 pm, waiting to rock your face seven ways to Sunday with my Kung Fu Grip.
It seems that your choices are simple:
1. Show up and have Denny de-man you in full view of a mob of vengeful Phoenicians who saw Air America.
2. "Mel Gibson" out as everyone reading this treatise already knows you will.
The choice is yours, Baldielocks.
Pumped Up For Virtue,