To Wilbur and your sock puppets.....

Guys or girls: Stumble to the fridge (or the cooler by your side),
unscrew the lid, take a long pull, find the recline arm to your Bark-
oh- me lounger and dream up another way to criticize a young lad for
attempting something that you, on your absolute best day, could never
comprehend trying, must less executing.

Then after five, six ot ten more, drift off to the comfortable rocking
of your pitiful little derelict barely floating barge, knowing that if
something should go amiss during the night, the short tied docklines
will keep you afloat until the Coast Guard arrives.

Sleep well little troll.