I don't know if you're smart enough to find this blog or not, but here's the deal: If you are stupid enough to keep calling here, eventually you're going to get my wife. And my wife would like nothing more than to rip your beating heart from your chest and feed it to you. (And I am not entirely sure that is hyperbole.)
Capice?
Oh, and tell James I still think the Colts suck. Phbbbt!
