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"went next door to his neighbor's house to borrow some oil ... took off his clothes and asked the neighbor to "oil him up."

Oh, the old "Hey neighbor, let me borrow some oil and you rub it on me" trick. Yeah, yeah, been there, done that but with eggs. Of course, at the time, I hadn't heard about using oil, which explains why my request to have eggs rubbed on me was met with cast iron skillet up the side of my head, ala Granny on Beverly Hillbillies.

PB, I looked over the court order and it doesn't say I can't borrow eggs for making a cake so lay off the skillet this time around, ok? I still don't think Ms. Max bought my "I ran into the mail box" story to explain the hemorrhaging on the side of my head.