No worries, ribit ... I was just eggin' ya on for the fun of it. We're all kindred spirits, here ... well, except maybe for that monkey in the Hank Williams hat who keeps insisting on swiping my beer while he strums on that ukulele. Hey, if you don't quit suckin' down all of the brewskies, I'm a gonna start buying Pearl Light instead of Foster's, don'tcha know!
B.

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