Yes, yes I am...but I've never been concerned about that. ^_^

hey wats up

Legs like iron. A will like steel. That is a woman.

Let me know if I ever crash your thread.

Sam

Oh you epeeists and your "no priority". Lord, you don't even like our little white lights!!

Qbranch cries fowl [sorry, couldn't resist!]. Barnyard Dawg failed to notice that Foghorn was, all along, merely a disguise for the Weasel. Dawg's function is to protect the henhouse and in failing to do so, in the wake of Weasel's sneaky deception, lost the point.

[Weasel, briefly adopting the voice of Foghorn: "Ah do declare I am satisfied."]

Seeing the Barnyard Dawg's tactical manoeuvre well in advance Qbranch launches a speedy counter-attack, transforming himself into the Greedy Weasel and stealing the henhouse eggs before the drowsy epeeist wakes. Haha!! Long live the foil!

Madam, [adjusts Kentucky Colonel bow tie and adopts voice of Foghorn Leghorn]

You... ah say... you have insulted my honour and the dignity of all foilists! Ah demand satisfaction!!

[uses frail, bandy and aged arm to raise Mint Julep to his lips, awaiting a response]

Oh Fencergrl... I had no idea you had been so mislead about foil!! You poor dear. Time for some intervention. We need to rectify this problem quickly. Now please put down that clunky thing and reach for the other weapon over there. Yes... that's it... the elegant, refined one. Pick it up. Feel the lightness? So perfectly balanced... so perfectly engineered for rapid, graceful movements! Now doesn't that feel better? I suggest a few more sessions and you'll soon be right as rain!

I was just screaming something at random... the result of lacking good sleep for few months.

Ice Cream!