Offer is duly noted.
Now I went into the bar the other night and sat down next to this guy -- he was one of those tough old geezers that looked like he was around 342 -- hard and slim as a hickory axe handle. Contrary to his looks he was commiserating with the bartender about his health. I asked, "What's the trouble?" and he told me, in kind of a half-whisper, "It's yoorz. Got it real bad." Not being in the medical field, myself, I asked him, "What's yoorz?"
He answered, "Why, I'll have a double scotch. Thanks!"
LOL!
Hey! That sounds like the ol' SIlver Dollar Lounge! Where men are men and women are grateful for it!
(I never saw a belt buckle I didn't like...)