You expect more from me...
Look you two wheeled, beer guzzling, sucky home football team, still haven't got your new BBQ pit, stuck out in the booney's, mother f-er it was 1:37 in the f#*kin' morning, excuse me for not measuring up to the obvious highly tuned math skills you always possess.
Once you get that new pit, if it ever makes it's way back to the backwoods country f*#k home you live in, you'll cry so much because you won't be able to figure out how to maintain temps, you'll spend most of the rest of your pathetic time on this earth keeping the rust off the damn thing.
How's that, just something I threw together off the top of my head....