it's a quality or a quantity thing, then?
Chit, the guy would put up one heluva dogfight, after he warmed up, it used ta take three or four guys gangin him just ta kill the bastard...
..and the whines were like a warmed drambuie after a fine prime rib dinner.
I earned those whines, nobody should deprive me of 'em. Don't think the guy ever insulted me.. chit, I
am[/i] a gang bangin motherless son of a 2-bit mexican potato.
*henh*
I figure he was just a misunderstood visonary judge of character.
