Originally Posted by jdmccright
I look at it this way. Do I really have time to be out of work with a broke brain.? The answer is always no.
Me lose brain? Uh-oh.
Why you laugh?
-- H. Simpson
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.