The door flies open and the biggest damn Mick you have ever seen wearing a thong comes strolling up to the bar............Damn, I hate these things. Feels like you have a permanent wedgie........and doesn't a man my size look dumb as hell in it..........What????.......Yes, FAIR ONE I have been told I have nice buns before but I am used to them being under jeans......and by the way, mind if we jump in the smoothie pit....you know I have dreams of ........well the bounds of decency prevent me from going further...........One word out of you, 'Spaw, about this feckin' thong and you will come a helluva lot *%&^&$#^^%&&^* closer than you did earlier in the year......same for you Swanno and Fielding,......What????........Yeah, the election is tomorrow, the die is cast and we have a very good chance of winning the election. I thought I would stop for a jar or 12 of the vile black stuff, before turning in for the night. The unit is about a hundred folks or so in Coloma, Michigan. I will let you know...........Alright ladies, THE FAIR ONE and I are taking on all comers in thong volleyball. Big Mick's rules.........full contact. hahahahahahahahahaha