Okay, brucie, I'll take a stab (no pun intended) at it... I mean, it ain't like I know much 'bout this kinda stuff and I reckon that I realy shouldn't go lettin' the cat outta the bag 'cause, unlike the womenz who is swored to secrecy, we men, ahhhh, just gotta go and run our mouths.... So, of this in embaressin', sho nuff is... Ahhhh, like a man wnats feel like "da man". Sho nuff do! Ain't that right, guys?

Like we don't want no womenz to say stuff like "Ahhhhh, is that it?" 'er "My last husband didn't drink that much!", 'er "This jus ain't workin' fir me!"... No sir, 'er mame, we menz wanta think that we got the bases covered and it's up to you womenz to lie yer danged heads off and feed our fragile little egos... Purdy simple.

Okay, ya' all don't like that answer then, what the hey, it's back to cold beer and an occasional new set of strings fir the Martin...

Bobert