You don't get it... shit happens on my schedule.

My kid and I will catch the Amtrak to Nyc for a hockey game.
Most likely the Devils or Bruins will be in town, maybe Sidney.

I'll give shit-tits a few weeks warning to show up when and where and I'll even consider paying the car service an extra 50 to take Panzy to the emergency room holding his lower mandible in his hands.

My kid gets Science class/Social studies credit and above all a distinct understanding of why you shouldn't mouth off above your ability.
In this scenario Panzer suddenly becomes an ant farm and that's a compliment to him because ants don't wreak of shit.