Scottish, bub. +Swedish. I hack off people's legs, not blow them up.

Bub?! Who are you - Wolverine?

No, wait, Wolverine is Canadian.

Peter, that was f'in awesome. My receptionist told my nurse, "He's in his office cackling again..."

Actually, my family has a nasty habit of stepping onto the rocker panels. I have to remind them not to do so every time they get into my vehicle. They think I have OCD but what they don't realize is that I'm the poor sap who has to clean them.

Then fill the stump with Lütefisk 'n Haggis.....

Strangely enough, I can't say I'm particularly interested in my cultural culinary heritage...

I've got the Irish/Swedish mix going. Every holiday there is a jar of pickled herring hidden somewhere on the table. Makes my brother-in-law want to puke. Yeah, it looks nasty and sounds nasty, too, but I got used to the taste long ago.

No love for the pickled herring?

For shame...

It's not a cultural culinary heritage... it's an episode of Fear Factor.

Bren R.

Someone sent me a link to this - Thriller with Legos.

Bren R.

My pet peeve used to be people who fling out their doors in parking lots, hitting the cars beside them. Now I just sit there and laugh. My jeep has steel rock sliders along the sides

(or 'steps' as we call them because I bought them when my wife thought the jeep needed "steps" to get into it better. heh heh Wife authorized upgrade...)

extending out about 3 inches from under the rocker panels. With my Jeep lifted a few inches, it creates the perfect door smashing device for these uncaring people.

One old guy got upset because it folded in the outer lip of his door pretty badly while I had no damage other than yet another scratch on the hardened steel rocker protector. Somehow it was all my fault that he carelessly flung his door open like a madman because he was arguing with his wife.