RugRunner- stop being coy. I know coy. You are being coy. Coy coy coy coy coy.
I've been busy trying to shove my brains back in. Belfast was more peaceful in 1979.
You bomb me, Bucky hits me, Bloody cracks me. My brains are blown all over 7th Avenue... Sha-dobey, sha-ttered, sha-ttered.
I was talking about lacking the room in my humi's on Monday. Between the bombs and the order arriving next week, I'm in deep shi-ite.
My wife walks in to see the stogie shrapnel pile. She has a grim look on her face (for a minute, I thought we were going to have sex) and she said.......
"Why don't you just buy another humidor?"
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.