speaking of jugs . . . i'm reminded of a story my mom told me about how a friend of hers introduced himself. she was working in the cardiology department of a hospital and he was, i think, a resident at the time. he came in carrying two empty milk bottles and introduced himself by saying, in the most hick accent humanly imaginable, "are these yr jugs?"

FUCK OYU!

havent deleted yr account then hayden?