Not until spring! For now, my job is to yell at snowflakes and keep them off the cars.
I may bring Connor and give him the "green light" to [bleep] with the Texan.
George
�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�
