A Hand based sundial; when one of your friends asks you what time it is and you're naught wearing your watch and you're naught umbilically attached to your cellular phone and you look at your bare wrist and say skin thirty.
"Hey, jables? What time you got? "
"Uhm.. skin thirty buddy, I'm naught wearing my watch."
Malnourished, eight to twelve hours of back breaking labor workhorse of a man, still standing, kicked around by his own ungrateful people, fifty beer drinking, salt of the earth, ethical, self educated, rifle born, backwoods raised, sleeps in his boots, pissing on churches, what that's what there for?, angel-possessed demon of a man (haven't yet seen a woman of the same, close, but no), doesn't vote because a politicians job is to be a public servant so it shouldnt matter whom they are, fearing for YOUR future more than his own, no sleep getting, unwashed, unbaptised, kicked from the afterlife of valhalla, warned you once, tell you like it is, one man army type of son of a bitch That tries real hard (so knock it the he'll off) naught to just knock the teeth out of you special snowflakes.
Yeah bitchtits, I'm a Federalist, unlike the hipster want-to-be with the "don't tread on me" bumpersticker on his dodge charger.
Butthurt; "you're making me feel some type of way" being one of many favorite turn of phrases, Typical office bound, business suit wearing, lie to your face with a smile on theirs, while fleecing the trusting public, closeted cocaine addicts that think they are somehow above others that go to the gym and hit a treadmill for twenty minutes then take thirty minute showers because they broke a half-assed sweat that have never done anything that would involve actually getting dirt under their fingernails or calluses on their hands, and strive to have to work less for more money, especially if they can jew someone over in the process that think they live in the 1980's wallstreet era rather than the paradise that these parasites destroy for others, while robbing anyone of contentment if they can possibly find some way to justify being butthurt as though they have done no wrong in the process of becoming butthurt.
Jesus goddam christ, moron.. ..You think you're some kind of special snowflake, don't you.