If monkeys make music, who wins?

The part that really hurts is when you say that I've got no goddamn right asking about it. Apart from the illogic underlying it, this statement brings into play a variety of questions relating to the granting of natural rights, human rights, lite-brites, and ear-mites wearing their Speedo trunks too tights. I daresay, absent a good lawyer and a stitch of clothes between us, you've done some damage to your standing with such a claim, though it'd be foolish to say that you couldn't recover by changing tactics and opting for the "magnanimous concession" approach. This would fit in with a long tradition of hot/cold strategies that not only make the world go around, but keep many a wayward sailor off the street during the Pinching Hours. Having observed the contortions of your decision-making process over this five-hour period, though, I'd wager a nut or two that none of this calm counsel will do any goddamn good, and that the secret history of your goddamn goat-head tattoo will remain unre-goddamn-solved. Goddamn it. Not like He ever listens to me, but goddamn it, anyway. We may as well tell the horse he can come back in now.