Bob, I found a sack under the table, full of laughs, snickers, giggles, guffaws, twitters and groans... I think they belong to you...
Kent
Heck! Just pour em out when you get home and let everybody get em a handful or two!!!!
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Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."