All I can say is, I must be a LOT younger than some of you old farts, but this is fun (relatively speaking) nonetheless. Why do I have this image of Joe standing at the end of a crap table, with arm bent, hand raised above his right ear, shakin' them dice for all they're worth? I can see the rest of you around the table, chips in place, chawing cigars and sipping single malt whiskey, all thinking what the little bubble over Joe's head is sayin', i.e., "Come on baby, come on..." ;-) P.S., I'm the cat over at the slots, workin' up some carpel tunnel syndrome.
Good weekend to all. I need some sleep...
Ken |
