Familytree, there is one thing I agree with you on: This thread is sucking out loud.
What happened to the good old days when I would wax philosophical on the gamut of heady emotions I would feel as I slowly and silently roll my prius over your stupid face, or imagine how much tree gear would be available to the rest of the general public of I stuck you in the spare tire compartment of said prius and drove out to the pisgah national forest and buried you alive while you tried to bribe me with money and promises of a worthwhile fight to the death, and I listen dispassionately with a detached smile as the dirt rains down on your pitiful existence?
Those days are gone unfortunately. Now we have a pervert from Boston and a randy couple from Missouri elbowing in on our perfect thing.
However, some things haven't changed. I still get a rush of heartburn when someone mentions your name, and I still plan on making a fight to the death chamber in my front yard so that I can extinguish your flame (which smells of sulfur and muenster cheese) in November.
Sitting in front of a clients house, slowly shaking my head back and forth in a disapproving manner. Tsk tsk tsk.
SZ