Something like...
Tuesday, I break a shank off in your backside.
Wednesday, I make you drink hot turpentine.
Thursday, I will turn a boy out with that hot ass.
Friday, I don't listen to the warden spewing hot gas.
Saturday, I beat them ignorant racists with the tip of my cane.
Sunday, I take off in the Lord's Name.
But Monday...I'M THE MOTHER-F*CKING PRESIDENT OF CALENDARS FOREVAH!
Well, work in progress.
Get this truth into your head: every person around you, whatever their sex and age, has a secret desire to be s*cked by you, but most of them will not dare say so.