At 01:54 PM 3/13/2003 -0500, you wrote:
> ...So for me it's 443 days and counting until I can buy a ticket and get > on a nice big airplane and fly over that great big lake and land in North > Carolina and hire a busted up pick-up truck and then chew on a long piece > a grass all the way up to the ol Blue Ridge Parkway (cuz then A'll fit > right on in there an nobody'll know A'm some limey, shucks)... > > <Mutley snigger>
I resemble this remark. You'll be riding in my pick-up truck, if you promise not to spit Red Man chewing tobacco juice out the window.
Bubba
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. --Groucho Marx
