pocanuck wrote:It has been predicted by some that I am likely to die in a drunken
stupor crossing against a traffic light and meeting up with the grill of a Chicago Transit Authority bus. I put much more faith in that prediction than any made by Nostradamus or any other entertainer.
And, now you know why I will always trust Fergus over you when we are hanging out!
Let there be Beer on Earth, and let it begin with Hugh!