Originally Posted by eh76
� Skeeters like to et me alive up on that mountain at our get together.

I thought for a while that I'd out-thunk 'em �

I tried to sleep under an upside-down bath tub (cast iron). When they jabbed their probosces through it, I clenched 'em over with a big ball-peen.

But they proved to be too many for me. When enough of 'em showed-up, they flew away with my bath tub and let the second battalion have me.

"Good enough" isn't.

Always take your responsibilities seriously but never yourself.