I've explained myself twice now, John. The fact that you don't get it validates every word I've said. Actually, every word out of your mouth validates every word I've said. Me going into it at this length, short of ripping a toothpick out of your mouth and carving it into your fucking forehead in all of its stick figure glory, validates every word I've said.

So let's recap:

You = retarded girl smearing oatmeal in her afro.
Me = laughing hysterically at you, while feeling slightly guilty for it.

Everyone else =