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Oh, hey, should have shoved the brat in the bathroom and held the door shut!

Oh, man, I feel for you, Ser.

I'll trade.

It is, slowly but surely. It's a generational thing, I think.

Joaquim, you're just that much younger than smartcelt and myself. Most of the flak Wayde and I get comes from our peers and our parents' generation.

Yeah, you and I are pretty close in age, so I figured you might have had some of the same experiences.

Ooh, another post card from Shepard! I like!

My first experience with Texans wasn't a very good one. Large party of them at the seafood restaurant I was working at when I was 16. They were loud, rude, obxnoxious, stiffed the waitstaff,and were insulting to the point that other customers left the restaurant. We got our revenge by not telling them how to properly get into a lobster or giving them the right tools. Oh, and one of the cooks snuck out into the parking lot and let the air out of their tires. It was obvious which cars were theirs. It was fun watching them bashing the lobsters with the wooden mallets that my boss used as table decorations and covering themselves in lobster guts.

Many years later, I don't automatically start twitching every time I meet someone from Texas, but it took a while.

And I leave you with a song to make you smile: Click here  because I couldn't get it to embed.

BIG coyotes!

I'd be perfectly happy if it never got about 68 F. And as I get older, I become less and less tolerant of the heat.