A-fucking-men Carlton.

Hmm, maybe I should go to a Ferrari board and talk shit about the six digits I dropped on a nice little 360 Spyder, eh? Tool.

So let's say you buy a six pack of beer from me. When you get it in the mail you peel off one of the labels to wipe your ass cause you spent all that so much coin you make that you can't afford shitpaper. So you fucked up a label. You ask me to send you a new one, I offer it to you at NO COST. Then you piss and moan cause I in all likelyhood just honestly forgot when I was just intending to do you a favor cause you're a fucking numbskull?

Please, why don't you just follow your namesake and move the fuck on outta here? kthxbye!