Here's a story Ya might ponder for a few :

Started hunting the bobwhite quail with a double barrel Remington at age 10 ; that
was in Southern Maryland. By age 13, I asked my Dad if I quit hunting them, would
I be considered a wimp ?
Obviously, he asked Why ; to which i replied : " there's No sport in hunting something that has
absolutely (O) chance of escape", basically, once i took aim the Lil birdie was Dead.

Ya starting to get it ?

SO -- Where is the sport in picking on someone Ya know might be a bit sensitive ;
Especially
since you know his sense of humor was taken away a Long time ago ?

Personally, i think you would have a Lot more fun trying to pick on me instead !
If you can get me to blow-up, I'll drink a pint or two of JD with Ya ; then start all over
again but now, I'm a bit smarter for it !! That's what rednecks like me do, (St. Mary's county).

If Ya don't get it by now, then your fricken stupid, and I won't have any Fun with you !!
Your Not Stupid are Ya ? (smile)-----------------the JD is awaiting

I'm going to repack my reserve and go jump off a 3,500ft mt
with a Rigid-wing Hang glider this weekend ; since sailing
is out, because Mohave is closed.

Bille