I’m a bull, your a bear, let’s go comb our hair.
Ran out of bugs to torture? make your own!
Except for the janitor. . . don’t ask.
When you can’t mount anything else.
Now, more compact then ever!
Think of her as your mother, in that Oedipus sort of way.
Brad I love the work you do on my computer…, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without’cha buddy :-). ‘Thank you” so very much.