Har! The one and only time I went to Dumba$$es Unlimited, my computinmachine began to emit foul odors and make funny noises. Ain't been back.
FGS
And here all along I'd bet my boots you didn't think these here compin' machines capable of flatulance!!
HA!!
Go ahead, admit it!
You're amounst *friends*; well, for now, anyway. :o)
Let's take advantage of this opportunity & kick this thing back to the top from 48 yards out.
-BTTT-