No one's god likes your grammar, or your drunken idea to get a novelty bumper sticker permanently inked on your chest. (Using the word chest very liberally; I haven't seen that little definition since the Supreme Court described pornography.)
We were all mad here, but then we talked it through and now everything's just fine.
Warning, poor grammar lies within.
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