Man, I can't unnerstand one word that Chaucer wrote... Them "Canteberry Tales" sucked big time an jus' 'bout flunked my boney butt outta college... Man, if there was anyone who ever needed a course in writin' it was Chaucer...

But nevermind Chaucer... He ain't got no answers to this one but I reckon that we'll sonn get a few answers when the Mud-womenz return from the Getaway... Hey, speakin' of the Getaway, I'd be willin' to bet that the toidies there didn't have lids...

What else???

Oh yeah, F-troupe... This ain't 'bout sex 'cause "I'm young an' able to buzz all night long 'n if you hear me buzzin', there's some stingin' goin' on..." Get my drift here, buddy???

No, this is about all them dumb things that womans think they, because of them lumpy things and stuff, get to proclaim as being right 'er wrong no matter if it is or ain't... Like which shelf in the refrigerator the beer (man's stuff) goes on as opposed to which shelf the wine (womenz stuff) goes on... But it ain't all about toidies and refrigerators but lots of stuff... Like maps... Womenz don't have a clue about maps... They think that maps is part of a man-spiracy to make 'um look like the inferior minded, ahhhhhh, gender... Or askin' for direction when the map is wrong...

You know... That kinda stuff...

Bobert