No mas, no mas.

Try as I might, I just can't compete. It started last summer just before I went on vacation. I knew I shouldn't have left as he was coming up on the outside pretty strong and in my absense he poured the coals to me. Back and fully rested with a renewed vigor, I thought it would be problem to once again regain my rightful place, but alas, I just couldn't do it. 16,283 to this measly 13,952. The boy is just a champene gum flapping gewber ignernt spewer. I concede.

DonDon, please feel free to take a victory lap with a celebratory ignernt chopped pic. You the gewber. You the gewber.

Wannabe...
Knows when I've been bested.