**BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA**
Oh. My. Sides. Hurt.
That was so funny, Sweetie. You're Mommy's funny little man, did you know that?
Always thinking you "win" because you can't stand to look at yourself objectively and realize how desperate and pathetic your pathological need to constantly "win" is.
But that's okay, because Mommy still loves you. Do you love Mommy?
And remember, Mommy's met many, many, many "mentally challenged" people that are lots smarter than her special, funny little man.
Kisses.
And, that, friends, is how one wins. The forced laughter. Hack psychological evaluation, followed by some backpedalling: "I know lotsa [group x] and they're so [compliment]." Your backpedalling is noted. Your surrender, however, is not yet accepted. I think I'll smack you around some more.
