In America, we have this thing called humor, and another called sarcasm.
God, you'd think The Situation was your mother and I threatened to trade her to your village elder for only two goats and a Mets jersey.
I would -happily- trade my mother for a Mets jersey... so long as it was authentic.
I never liked her much, anyways.
[In less sarcastic news... this made me laugh... in a way that nothing has made me laugh since they discovered that cyst growing on my brain which causes excruciating pain whenever I experience an emotional sensation that isn't directly related to violent rage.]