Well, butter my biscuits and call me surprised just look who came wanderin' back in here, hoggin' up the microphone and eatin' up every square inch of the thread like it was a Sunday potluck! You just can't help yourself from runnin' your mouth from sunup to sundown, can ya?
I'll tell you what, that Impact boy hit the nail clean on the head when he called you out. You're so hooked on the sound of your own voice you couldn't stay quiet for five minutes if your life depended on it. You're a bona fide, card-carryin' chat addict through and through, constantly clutterin' up the floor with endless blabber while the rest of us are just tryin' to get a word in edgewise.
So go on and keep preachin' to the choir if you must, but everybody in this county can see right through it. You just love the spotlight way too much to ever give it a rest!