Hey, you! Brucie-boy! Waddayamean, "interesting, entertaining, filled with dynamic characters of both genders, filled with humour, knowledge, help or compassion."

You callin' me a wuss? You callin' me a caring, 90s kind of guy? You think I'm some kinda pansy or sumptin'? Huh? You think that I wear them 16th Century kinda panyhose that all these folkin' bluesy types wear?

Well, I got news for YOU, ya Shrinkin' Violet. I own me a pickup truck that stands six feet off the ground! There's a gunrack in the back window and I got a 10-gauge shotgun, a .375 rifle, and a .30-30 riding in it! An' swinging on the rack hooks ia a .458 Causul and a .500 S&W. I drink my whisky cut with gasoline -- flaming, and I eat red, raw meat that I carve off the carcass myself every meal, every day, with my genuine Marine Corps K-Bar! I've had a man for breakfast every day since I was ten years old, and ain't none of 'em around to complain!

You better not call me a wuss, ya hear? Otherwise me an' you gonna toss up some dust, and I ain't a gonna come back the loser!