That's right, Bill. We both know the score when it all comes down to it. The fun is in the banter, no matter how esoteric and/or ironic it may be..... PIZZA!
Emass: Calm down, put down the bag of white....... breathe.
Easy on projecting there, brah. I'm sitting in a lounger on my porch looking at the beach having some dinner and some decent chicks who are off in the sand. Heart rate is at a steady 52 and I am the epitome of calm at the moment so speak for yourself. Only bag of white I've had in my hand is the Pickle (which works amazingly, BTW) to take the remnant wax off my boards after I removed the wax with a scraper yesterday.