any updates to the original list, Burg? i have to imagine that with time you've only become more adept at anticipating that little telltale glimmer in their eyes, reacting with the pass block before the thought's even been formed. or at least have the good sense make them clap continually while out of your sight so you know where their hands are.

i had a whore make off with an imported italian coffee table once like a hysterical child, though i guess she wasn't technically a whore. then again who knows. but about $1800 worth- it weighed more than she did so i'm thoroughly convinced she had help.

amazingly i got the thing back without lifting a finger. turned out she loved her mutant pet more than the table, at least after turning a concerned ear to my idea about squeezing all the oxygen out of it like it was a tube of toothpaste.