Sorry, Major – Earlier that day,Major Softie wrote:...
You know how I hate it when you call me that.... :evil:
an attempt to cut off my right hand with a piece of 16ga steel
was thwarted by all those bones that are in the wrist.
Attempts to self-medicate with a readily available general anesthetic –
meant consuming copious amounts of rather good beer.
I'm afraid that my usually poor judgement had been compromised even further.