Amid all this mutual blustering and chest puffing, I think my opponent and I forgot who else has been standing on the sideline, watching who can piss further.
That, of course, would be YOU, dear reader. I think I speak for the both of us when I say I'm truly sorry. When we address you, the reader, we should be thinking about YOUR problems, and YOUR needs, not our own.
One thing I realize YOU need, our fair observor, is context for our narratives, so you can poke around without getting lost. We can't have that, can we?
For example, I really LOVE creamed chipped beef, aka Shit on a Shingle. But when I talk about it, it's hard for you to understand without seeing it for yourself. I should be putting YOUR needs first, to make your stay here in BeefStakes as comfortable as possible.
So, just in case you had forgotten what Shit on a Shingle looked like, here's a gentle reminder:
My God, you look positively green. How about some water? Need your feet rubbed? OK, why don't you just lie down in a dark room for a while, and it'll pass.
You are a bad man. And I have to riterate: even if you win this thing, I cannot see that you'll have truly won anyway. Look at what you're eating.