"Don't make me grab that belt!"

Excuse me, since when has a belt ever benefit me or set me straight...a pretty fair amount I would say! In fact, now that I think about it, if I never got my butt tore up for all the times I have messed up I would've been locked up, or maybe even doped upI know for a fact that if I didn't get disciplined by the belt, I wouldn't be able to call my mother "momma" like the innocence i wanted to be, but instead have a child no more than 3 years old trailing behind me calling ME "momma" unable to conjure up the word "daddy." Forget about the college of your dreams, whichwas all put to rest when you decided to skip every one of your classes but somehow still manages to hop yo Roger Rabbit behind to lunch right on time. And before you think it's cool being a super senior, not to be easily confused with super saiyan, quit playin' you are not Goku and this is, infact, no Dragon Ball Z. So do us and your mother a favor, strip down to your drawers, and get what's coming to you before God makes it  worse.