Willie-O staggers in, picking shards of possum flesh from between his teeth with a tuning fork and observes:

"You sed a mouthful thar, GreaseBall, Spaw, Rides-With-Ghost-Girls-Blinking-On-And-Off". Now lets have some music around here.

Anything but the Beach Boys, or anything from American Graffitti, or most especially Dead Man's Curve.

(Aside: I saved this thread, its a keeper. Just a nip here and a tuck there, and it'll be out in hard cover selling bazillions of copies before you can say "Don't crush that dwarf, hand me the cordless screwdriver." Profits to Mudcat of course. )

W-O