I yell 'GIT 'R DONE' at every available possible opportunity. Not because I'm a fan, mind you, but because it just seems right at the time. The other day I tagged along with my buddy at a local racetrack to watch the, shall we say, local color (and no, that's not a race joke, I'm referring to rednecks) race their modified 80's Mustangs and such. Every time an engine would explode, I'd make it a point to scream GIT 'ER DONNEEEE11!! while spitting slobber and making the bullhorns symbol. I blended right in...