Jim was a very small boy. Some people say he was no bigger than a cob of corn. Others said he was no bigger than a marmoset.

    People say stupid things.

    One day Jim was shopping at the supermarket and he saw my tiger, who was buying pork chops. Jim thought that if he could beat up my tiger people would stop saying stupid things about his size.

    Jim's train of thought never made much sense.

    Jim hit my tiger over the head with a can of beats. My tiger went out like a light.

    Jim was very proud of himself.

    My tiger is eighty years old and has Parkinson's disease.

    Jim is an asshole.