Jesus, if there's one thing that makes me want to spit, it's hearing John Sidney McCain the Third begin every other sentence with "my friends..."
Enough with the "my friends" bit, dipshit! I'm not your friend, I've never been your friend, and even if every single friend of mine burned to death in some tragically flammable coincidence, I'll STILL never be your friend! I don't care HOW many times you hopefully utter that sad, pathetic catch-phrase.
Oh, and I hate the way you say "Tally Bon" for Taliban and "Warshington" for Washington.
You're older than electricity and you dress funny.
And you smell like Polly Grip and Depends!
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