Never take a knife to a gunfight.
So there I was, in the bar, in Yonkers, at midnight, when who should walk in but Joey the Mole. I showed him I'm packing, he says "hey, Artie, what you doing? quit screwing around, ya jerkoff", so I says to him, "Joey, I think you better leave right now before you fall any deeper".
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 0:00, Reply)