That’s exactly what I do when someone looks at my daughter, Jelly Bundry, the wrong way. You don’t know how many “fit” and “young” guys I’ve laid down completely. I’ve punched their guts so far up their heads that their crap came out of their mouths for the next 5 years. Don’t mess with my daughter, as she’s the only chance in this family of getting into college, and therefore the only possible person who could support me in my old age.

So remember: you mess with her, you mess with me. And don’t you forget it.