piwece IKC 56-80 Ten or more to a row, please. No pushing. I remember when i was seven, someone talked about screaming until the cows came home. We didn't have any cows, but sure enough, after an hour, there they were, lined up in the driveway murmuring ominously about a revolution and the will to power their cordless_krill. I was sure i was going to die, and maybe i did, but the look in the leaders eyes as he began the spasticolon_goat_dance_of_joy was a sight to behold. I've never forgotten the way those hooves felt stampeding over the rind and pulp of my soul. Yeah, i was there, now i sell tickets to the site to tourists who want to relive the anarchy of it all 030703 what's it to you? who go blather from