This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666."
If it calls for wisdom I'm out.
Maybe StrawWood can calculate the number, which is 666, which is already calculated, apparently. :confused;
If Mothnut keeps up the drivel, I am going to have to challenge him to another match race.
My '74 Vega Stationwagon with an automatic and four square tires (unless the cows have decided to eat them) versus any block ridin' p.o.s. he can muster forth from his "car garden".
(yah know where the rednecks in West Viagra come from? They come from downhill of Zap's shack. All that rust from his "car garden" washes down and turns the watertable red thus creating red necks when they take their biennial wipe downs.)
Anyway, this race will be from the top of the Grand Canyon to the floor. Being the sport that I am, I am giving him the move while I go drink 666 bottles of Coors Lite in celebration of his demise (win) and the resulting increase in the collective IQ for mankind of at least a zillion points. Or, I could just drink one real beer like a Bohemia and be home before he kicks up his last dust cloud. :supz: