closing_off molasses I trip, apologize (before the person can say it's okay) cower, curl up in a ball and flinch away from rebuttal (don't kill me, please, i'll do it for you) 041010 ... god henry: "but i wanted the sheepskin tunic." pierre: (exclaiming and with much gesturing) "vell, take your uzzair closing off!" 050511 what's it to you? who go blather from