....I remember it as though it were a minute ago.....twas a breast as big and bold as any basking shark me eyes had seen on the seas, alas, she was be-speckeled with a teet as cold and bone dry as that of a witches in Salem.....
It was a great bout. When you really get down to brass tacks, it was still a baby in a bag with a wild gibbon. I'm really not sure what kind of result we were expecting.
Would you like to cut the chord? or would you prefer to leave it on the ground after your rip my child out of my wife with a giant suction cup? Superchunk acoustic?