I like my bourbon like I liken my women, warm, expensive, with a bit of burn on the back side, and makes you hate yourself in the morning.
Originally Posted by Brent Yamamoto
Always entertaining, mildly offensive
Warlord of the TWOTU
IANative: Indeed, when you grab Brent (or he grabs you), it feels like liquid unobtanium wrapped in rawhide... whereas Greg is just solid muscle wrapped in hate, seasoned w/ snuff and a little lead.