JAXAshby wrote:

geesh, dood, back to study with you. lunch isn't for another 45 minutes.

Can you say dementia?

moose stored, I believe the word used for someone like you who is terrified of
3 foot seas in a Tayana 37, yet intends to push the button on an EPIRB when the
beer runs low is "chicken****". You may have dementia as well, but we were not
discussing that.

You scorn me for preferring my foam in a schooner?... shame.