[…] That’s what really got me pissed. I admit it. I pimp slapped her a couple times. […]

Mind you, clothes were clothes in those days.[…]Frills, ruffles, flounces, lace, complicated seams and gores: not only did they sweep the ground and have to be held up in one hand elegantly as you walked along, but they had little capes or coats or feather boas.

In my tradition, an uncircumcised male cannot be heir to his father's wealth, cannot marry or officiate in tribal rituals.

Flush the injury with plenty of water.