Ouch ouch ouch...

One way to get rid of them is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time we went over to Shelbyville during the war, I wore an onion on my belt....which was the style at the time...you couldn't get those white ones, you could only get those big yellow ones.................now where was I........oh yeah, the important thing was I was wearing an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time, you couldn't get those... ~ Grandpa Simpson

I must have slept funny because my lower back is killing me today. Like old man, can't touch your toes, think I might go shake my fist at those durned tow-headed children of the corn who live next door and are dangerously close to getting on my durned lawn, kind of killing me. Plus uphill... both ways.

Consarn it, I'll just go take another nap.

~stubert.