Regrets? Damn few.

-I didn't knock up enough of them
-First heart throb broke my heart so I joined the Army and killed a bunch of little people. All her fault. OTOH, I helped little women make medium sized kids. Guess it all worked out.


I am..........disturbed.

Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain