I've had a good, looong drink of whisky. Tonite, I've decided to remedy this unfortunate dilema. I have in my possession. In the easy reach of my twisted, yet capable hands, a container of Our Lords blessing to the common man. That's correct, my fellow compatriots in suffering..a fifth of Leapfrog milk. Nectar from those that love us. A gift. A gift from the gods of eastern Kentucky. Made from the finest rye. (might be corn) It's ALL good. On this momentus occassion, I toast YOU, my friends in uncertainy and befuddled wandering around trying to find answers in VERY strange and heretofore, places that shall remain without name. Anyway, before I confuse myself further... SALUTE! To those before, after and those present!

PEAVINE BY GOD!
HOO-HOO!