Dag nab it, Mitchie-poo! That's the straw that broke the camel's back! I don't give a fiddler's foo, and if it drowns me; I'm a gonna get you a fishin' report, if'n it kills me!

You've wounded me to the quick, Mein Heer. Vas ist lost? Why quibble about me being on the water, when everyone, in their right mind, knows that I WALK ON WATER! Dominic um biscom, my son. I shall forgive you your transgression this time, but next time, watch out for the lightning bolts! \:D

PS, Kra-Cee, I was gonna post my 2 and a half bits, but , clearly, according to Mitchie-poo I'm no longer wanted here, , so, sniff, sniff, I'm gonna tuck me tail 'tween me legs, and, sniff, sniff, go fer a ride, and, sniff, sniff, ......ah....who the hell am I kiddin' here? I'll be back, 'till Mitchie-poo "Jasonizes" me! :p

(I'm waiting on the furnace man. I was going to go for a ride after, but fug it; I'll head down to the Sound for some Bluefishin'! Mitchie-poo, don't let anything happen to you, till I post my report; after that you can go water-sking with that Great White up in Taxachusetts, fer all I care! :p \:D )
"I think, that all right-thinking people, are sick and tired of being told that they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. I, for one, am not. And I'm sick and tired of being told that I am!"