I long ago aspired to someday be scum, recognizing it early on as the most practical way that I might rise to the top. I've done rather a lot of wishing for luck on your behalf and buoyed by the success that I apparently have had, I'm feeling more inspired and ready to consolidate my power by sweeping aside some of the other scum. Victory is sweet and I can smell it, or something anyway.

My ex had a capacity for generating demented passion that seemed not to require much in the way of an external stimulus and while I do have to admit to treating her well, I don't think it affected the outcome beyond making her a little more tenacious. Having learned such a painful lesson, I enrolled in a course at the local pool hall to learn proper crude and callous male behavior in an effort to attract someone more normal. (Burp)

What're you lookin' at!?

How'm I doin'?