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Yes, you probably find it very easy to impress the girls in your cowboy costume when you are a 14-year-old boy. Nevertheless, when you are still age 20 and 30 and still getting by on brawn yet no brains in your empty skull then perhaps you will start to get a hint. You should have gone to college. It is not your place to tell the Yankees to go home. You are the one who will have to leave the big city of Miami to hide away in some country town, some crossroads out in the middle of nowhere, a Yeehaw Junction of sorts, where as yet civilization has not yet penetrated and you can pretend to live as if still in the 1950s. Just because my sister consented to date Florida cracker boys, that does not mean that you will get any respect from me just for being there like a bump on a log, a knotty pine. Nobody asked me to haul you around everywhere. You were my sister's choice, not mine. You are only a worthless Rockwood, still pledging allegiance to the Bahamas and imagining that everything belongs to you. No, the wicked Rockwood boys should be ashamed of themselves for thinking such awful thoughts and going to great lengths to play out their disgusting fantasy life. Accidents may happen in life but how we react to those accidents reveals the contemptible depths of the Rockwood lowbrows. So basically there is no reason for me to apologize for their problem.