You say this but I have a true story to share: I was staying in a Hilton Garden Inn down in Cootlumbia one time and partaking in the continental breakfast. Guy with a Gaymecocks hoodie is sitting next to me enjoying his fruity pebbles. He noticed I was wearing my Peter Millar orange polo with my tiger paw imprinted khakis and asked me if I liked "Dildo" as my head coach. I proceeded to let out a 10 second juicy fart into his cereal and flicked the tip of his peener so hard he vomited into his cereal bowl. I then threw up a four bomb and shoved my hand up his wife's skirt, who had just arrived to pick him up for work (LOL). She was thoroughly enjoying my handiwork before I abruptly removed my hand, said "Cuck you later" to the guy, and headed out to my seven figure job. True story.