In out in out shake it all about. Get over it you fah'kin pussies. I get stabbed ten times before breakfast. You don't see me staggering into the emergency room and collapsing in a pool of blood like a cunt. Or lying in the gutter coughing bloody sputum onto MY clean shirt like a tramp. "Hellllpp mee" You scratch my back pal. Are you gonna pay my dry cleaning bills? Didn't think so. Jog on.