I will take one frying pan and smash an English person right between their beady eyes and then stick a fire cracker in their nose. While I whistle, "Dixie" and scarf down loads of beef jerky I will pee all over the unconscious bag of bones until he awakes.

And then we he does..."Happy 4th Redcoat!" again I will smash him in the head with my frying pan once again. Then I will wear oversized sweatpants and a big sweatshirt that says, "N.Y. Yankees" and go to the mall and then go to a bar-b-q!

Am I a fucking class act or what? And no you can not have a bite of my pork ribs or maw on my fried okra...put another klan song on the radio!