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@RavenWorks I was driving down the freeway in the fast lane with a rabid wolverine in my underwear when suddenly a guy behind me in the backseat popped right up and clapped his hands across my eyes, I asked is it uncle Frank or cousin Louie? Is it Bob or Joe or Walter? Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve? I probably would've kept on guessing but about that time we crashed into the truck, and as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt, finally I recognize the face of my hibachi deal