Ah now West, have a fart (I mean Heart)
Tumors, now that’s beyond the pale, you’ve gone too far, apologize before the hounds of hell descend on you.
I feel your pain West, but look it, you me and the few others that have a soh band together and start a little Guerilla movement devoted to releasing the little bit of Humor that has to held captive around here somewhere, you are our spiritual leader along with Rory (Where is he btw) you can’t desert us now in our darkest hour, grab a milk, blow of the cream and let the fresh dairy goodness flow.
Evil triumphs when good Men stay silent, ROAR WESTIE ROAR!!!