dear Brettie... your only luck is I don't know you personally. Imagine, what horrors could I do with you. First of all, I'll install an OG tatto in your butt, using a half centimeter thick needle, after I'll gently lock you in a room with three giant loudspeaker, and they'll scream OG's main title at 600 decibels. Good, huh? So please shut the .... up and if you really don't like OG, tell it to the Reader's Digest. 'cause we ain't care 'bout it.