I don't have time for this foolishness...I'm puttin Jeri on to clear things up Spaw. here she is:
HELP ME! Rick has got me playing everything in the basement. (I don't know what that thing is that has 11 strings and keeps crawling under the sofa whenever I set it down, but I don't feel comfortable with any instrument that eats red meat.) He beats me and feeds me bread and water whenever I mess up an F chord. NOW, he's trying to get me to buy this Kafoozalum thingie...

Seriously, I'm having a great time here. I should be back by Fri night, but I'm not sure I'll be concious. (Not that it matters.)

The REAL Jeri (accept no substitutes)