My name is Carl and I'm 84 years old. I'm tired of all the young people pizzing and moaning about everything. Entitled little pizzants act like the world owes them a living. Back in my day a man worked hard and supported his dang family no matter what he had to do. Carl used to work at a boxing gym and had to clean the entire place at night, including the spit buckets. It was no dang fun, but Carl did it so his family could eat. By God I feel like Carl has earned some dang respect. Ok, just wanted to share my feelings. This is the cowboy, Carl Lee Spat. Giddy Up!