Just when I think I've read the stupidest post ever, you go and post another. Try learning elementary grammar before attempting to inflict your next literary abomination on this message board. If there's an idea in your head, it's in solitary confinement. Is that a conclusion or simply the place where you got tired of thinking? However, I'll consider letting you have the last word if you guarantee it will be your last. You bring to mind a quote from Josh Billing: "Doesn't know much, but leads the league in nostril hair." I'm busy trying to imagine you with a personality. Maybe you'd be less boring once I got to know you, but I don't want to take that chance. Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told, you dyslexic lobotomy patient. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you didn't have that botched back street lobotomy that left you that crisscrossed shoelace scar on your forehead; if your weren't so fat that when you stand on the weighing scale, it reads: "To be continued!", or if you didn't have a face that people shove in dough to make monster cookies. Who am I kidding? You would. To sum up: I'd rather pass the world's largest kidney stone than read another post from you.