Yes, give Bill a Coupe-ee Doll... Yes, I am bouncing off satellites as we speak, ahhhhh, write, type or whatever we do...

And what's this about ***no womenz = trouble***... That's some bad algebra... It the other way 'round, Sorch... AAin't no Mars thing... Just plain ol' fashioned bad algebra...

Rooshians, Bill??? Ain't seen none yet but if I do I'll ask 'um what it is with Putinhead??? I mean, lets get real here... We don't lectercate dicatators, do we...

(Ahhhh, Bobz... What about the Bush guy???)

Nevermind, this ain't no political thing here... It's about wizzing round space bouncing from satellite to satellite... Look, mom, no hands... Whoooopppeeeee!!!

What time is supper, Sorch???

B~