I am going to drink you under the table on Saturday. My day will start with tapping the keg with you at noon (at an undisclosed location) and concuming so much beer that even you don't seem like such a fag. You are going down, sucka.
Oh, and just so you know, apparently we're having a drinking competition on Saturday. I think I just came up with it. Oh well, can't take back all the smack talk now, can I?