I got a kick out of this airball. I really hope Darth and NuthuggerMan are different people, can you imagine the two of them phoning each other late on a Saturday night, giggling over their plot? Imagine Darth not being able to sleep as he waits in joyful hope for CardboardMan to post his little spiel, so Darth can come in 15 minutes lates and try to pile on. All this on a Sunday when there were two championship football games, people taking the family out for brunch, taking the boat out to the lake for a day, etc. etc..

But all Darth could muster was this wimpering jab. I didn't have to do a thing, and I owned both of you.