I made the statement tonight that I deliver a particularly blood-curdling rebel yell that has stopped all conversation in many a distinctly redneck bar. Upon being challenged to prove it - right then, right there - I looked around at the leather couches, the fireplace, the expensive cigars behind the glass case, and the martini list - and thought "fuck it, my manhood is on the line here" and I stood and delivered.
Jaws dropped. "He wins. He... just... wins. End of story." "Oh my god, that was awesome."