I'm going to decant a half carafe of whoop-ass on you.

First I'll sprinkle salt on your hand, then I'll pour you a shot of tequila, then you get to suck on a fresh wedge of whoop-ass.

Don't make me take the rubber band off this bundle of organic whoop-ass.

It says there are eight to ten servings of whoop-ass in here but that is ridiculous and I'm just going to dump the whole jar out for you.

I am prepared to foam you up a hot mug of whoop-ass.

I will squeeze for you the last of the whoop-ass, even if I have to roll the whole tube tightly from the flat end.

I'm fixing to dab a droplet of whoop-ass behind your ear.

You're calling for a level tablespoon of finely minced whoop-ass but I think I can eyeball it.

I'm defrosting you that whole Costco bag of whoop-ass.

Here comes two quick puffs from the whoop-ass inhaler.

I'm about to cut you a fat rail of whoop-ass. Have you got a CD case or something?