After a short lived camping trip to dirty lake Erie with mon cheri, complete with odd looking bugs, rednecks in banana-slings*, Tobacco picking immigrants and several varieties of undercooked meat, I have found myself considering a permanent move to the bathroom. Yes folks, I have found myself with a bad case of the skitters. Oh, and hello all. I missed the JWC stuff that dreams are made of, and I am back, with an upset, angry, and burning undercarriage.
Edited to explain that banana-slings are 'speedos'
Edited by - the_bad_seed on 20 August 2002 15:45:2