All right, #110, for those of you with side bets. Ya'll are killing me, I think I popped a rib, my keyboard is sticky with spewed metamucil, and I need to change my depends. Humph.
I reckon I'll go get another beer!
Wildsky, you are still a spring chicken!

I reckon I'll go get another beer!

Wildsky, you are still a spring chicken!
