Here is my test. Would you rather be the guy who sits there and says – “what an asshole that third guy in line is”, or be that asshole. The victory is in knowing that you are right and better.

I think your thinking is how 10,000 limbs have been lost in Iraq.

Yes, it would be satisfying to punch some people out some days. But, the we just hurl our hell energies instead. It saves on getting hauled in on an assault charge.

Man that is so you!

I think I was with you once (back in our younger days) when you jumped out of the car and pounded on some guys hood. I'm laughing about it but like Rick said, I'm starting to become less tolerant of bad behavior.

Maybe you should invest in one of those heavy bags that boxers use. Hang it in the basement and when you get the urge, go beat the hell out of it.

I am with you, brother.

I am over six feet tall and (if you did not know better) you might think I was a thug on first sight. I can talk in South Philly “Yo, Frankie, is dis da mook who fucked wit ya de udder day?”

Ha! Those suburban punks will go running!

Man, I hear you thought, we have that same kind right in Joisey … the world would be so much better with out people.

I hate it when doves cry.