You couldn't get a date in a whorehouse with a fistful of $20s; even your right hand turns you down. You are quite intelligent, for a gerbil with Downs Syndrome. Lose some weight, you fat Bleep. I bet you have to order your clothes in three sizes: Extra Large, Jumbo, and Oh-My-God-It's-Coming-Towards-Us. If you were paid what you are worth, it would break the minimum wage law. You really should stop buying material for your clothes at curtain sales. I'd tell you to go Bleep yourself and the horse you rode in on, but looking at that stupid grin on your face, I'd say you already have.