Now this has been stuck in my shaft long enough and it's time to blast it out. I'm not an ass. Well, I am, in effect. I climb the high cliffs of Bangladesh with the burden of a 100 pounds of tea. My astral hooves tread the path of a thousand foreign monks under Siddharth Gautauma. He has sacrificed for this land of ours. EDIT: I'm really getting tired of the bullshit smell. For succubus sake it's my corn chowder meal you asshat.