Glad you are still with us Brettski.

Obviously you knew from moment one that you shouldn't be out on the ice.

You must have a horseshoe lodged somewhere up your butt.

You'll be needing small boat for your pond this year, so you might as well start looking.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."