I saw corn come back with a cigarette in it that was "strained" and dumped back in the warmer <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/barf.gif" alt="" /> .
The health department shut the place down, and thus my job search began anew.
JYD #123 The great one formerly known as Architect.
I am now a fictional British television police officer (currently a Detective Sgt) at Thames Valley Station. My governor is Detective Inspector Fred Thursday and it’s 1969.
