Hell yeah! Dat biotch hit him square in da face with a pot of hot grits!!!
Stuck on him like hot grits!!!
Death by hot grits!!!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."