"I was ready for him. I held up one of the eleven cans of yams so he could see it. "No," I replied. 'It's going okay. But my wife asked me to pick up some canned yams for dinner. Yams give me the runs.'"
WELL ... that'll teach him to be a cheeky bastard! 
  
   
   
 

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer.  It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence