Well, then. It's decided. So I shredded the "offer."

Of course, if, on August 17th, five, thumb-sized "amoebas" appear and the cobalts turn into asphalts, I'll remember your names.

Last edited by BobKay; 06/15/10 07:01 PM.
Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.