::looking like a dork in her lawn chair::
Uh, this is not the usual flame fest.
'Scuse me while I just move the old lawn chair and cooler elsewhere; I don’t even want to consider the scoring system on this one.
Yes, I know the connotations of “scoring”! But the rating sheet is worse than ice dancing! And no WAY you’re gonna tell me about the peanut thing…!
::flees, unwillingly pondering gerbils and goobers::
Veb
Hey! Look at the dork with the lawn chair!
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah?! Well, I’m might be tripping over a lawn chair, but I don’t get in a sexual lather over Skippy commericals or big peanuts sporting canes, top hats, and spats!
Next you’ll be desecrating Welch’s Grape Jelly and WonderBread!
::covers eyes::
I can’t watch.
Veb
::sets video camera down::
HEY! Who said cut fer crying out loud. Here i am, making a good video of some very nice work done by Chief so i can sell it on E-bay, and he goes and stops.
:grumbling:
Come on, come on. Get back to work Chief. 
Yeah, hurry and get to work Chief. He only has 16 seconds left on the tape.
That should be plenty of time for Chief, Diane.
smiles sweetly