Tweed, Tweed, Tweed....

You pore deluded moron. Do you not realise that you are endangering yore position as Knight of the Realm of Tupelo, First Duck and Coote D'Jour by pursuing yore recent obsession with CarolC the Sailor and Queen of the Porta-Potty? Wake up and smell th' magnolias, boy! She's married! She's the chosen mate of Jack the Sailor, the biggest baddest consultant this side of New York City! Chivalry don't work! Look where it got Lancelot! As the Knower of Things, it is my enlightened opinion that you have lost it, my man. Your delusion is almost on a par with Our King's recent inability to get his nose out of Joe Offer's ass. Look where it got him - The NYCFTTS! You don't want to wind up there do you? For God's sake man, the boy grew tits while he was in there and doesn't even remember it!

Now go take a cold shower and try to pull yerself back together!

Yer friend,

Bruce/BWL-RPLOM-KOT