Actually, I have great difficulty… damned scars…
Anyway, thanks for the warning, SPOOFE. I’ll never use anything but Kentucky Jelly! 
I’m an inspiration for future generations… for what not to do!
I swear on my mother’s grave that the following is true:
I apparently saw a peace activist on the commute home yesterday. Leaving Indy, heading south on Hwy 37 was a young woman driving a Toyota in the left lane and when I slowly passed on the right lane I could see she had her left hand in her gray sweatpants rubbing away (another positive of being up higher in an SUV!). She had IU and greek letters as window decals and was from a county in the north part of the state, so I assume she was a student on her way back to Bloomington.
She looked more like a cute blonde sorority girl than a radical hippie subversive peacenik, but since she was clearly masturbating she must have been a piece activist.
Disclaimers: My mother is not actually dead, but she has pre-paid for a cemetary plot. All puns intended.
Nah, I don’t foresee a problem. Probably easier to escape conviction around these parts, because “he needed killin’” is still a valid defense.
Now once you’re convicted, you’d better get your appeals in before the noose gets tied …
Is that one of them there euphamisms like “polishing the bishop”?
More like a dysphamism like “punchin’ the munchkin”.