what the....

ya know, it don't matter, it's all inane.

roff, it seems, has taken it's habitual cold season spin into the
dark vitriolic morass of cabin fever.... for this i feel yer
yankah' pain.... but i will share nor show no mercy....

muthas, 'ole uncle wally caught some fine fish today in noth
cackalacky and gawdangit, i think i'll gloat in that aura (and
rub it in some) fer awhile.... plus, the mighty 'canes beat 'dem
'ole nasty 'noles..... life is good.

cheers!

wally.... who is contemplatin' blowin' off paperwork and doin'
the finah' dance agin' 'morrow....