Good lord, North, who bumps these things?
I had no choice, I needed to confess to that horrible theft of 1900and68 (still haven't mentioned the one in '69 or the one in '71-I was a complicated and confused child)
(and in all fairness, this one hadn't even been dormant a year)
I'll go you one even better...I knocked Barbie up. :tongue:
Well, I knew damn well Ken hadn't-poor kid was without
any goods:frown1:.
More important though, HG, I am representing Harcourt Reynolds, the demonic son brought forth from your actions. Just send me cash:biggrin1:.
Is it time to also confess to what I did in Pastor Gobblespunk's rectory?