Then I started reading back posts from a.m.m-f and being entertained by the heights of Butterworthian genius that subsist in the ether. Then I got the urge to read super secret documents of the adventures of Little Lord Corduroy and be embarrassed of the past. Then I realized it wasn't Monday and I better the hell get back to work.
 Heck if I know what you means. Just imagine I pointed directly at you personally and smiled warmly or something.
 You know how hard it is to google for something called the bone? I apologize if I've just outed we elite f*cks of olden days.