In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I just told you! You've killed me! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right.