tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905656.post-47199070327063653882008-07-10T22:11:00.001-07:002008-07-10T22:14:40.716-07:00And fruit flies like a banana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4wbGkdS0U8/SHbrzwoDkmI/AAAAAAAAD3A/rgMNZ2ubbDY/s1600-h/10+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4wbGkdS0U8/SHbrzwoDkmI/AAAAAAAAD3A/rgMNZ2ubbDY/s320/10+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221620092441432674" border="0" /></a>This reminds me of an old joke:<br />—Do you smoke after sex?<br />—I don't know. I never looked.Mark Stivershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11789452995625639159noreply@blogger.com