Oh, Hell, Hans, at least Scott has a legitimate excuse, i.e., that he's addicted to it. Poor bastid's got a monkey on his back, he does, and me and Art (IFT) hope to get his scrawny butt back to our part of the world this summer to help "rehabilitate" him, if you know what I mean (drag strips, hopped up cars and titty bars).
You, on the other hand, well, you're just nucking futs. Prolly the result of looking at to much poontang on those Ozzie beaches.