(April 27, 2010 at 8:47 pm)Minimalist Wrote: Splitting hairs, boy. Not that I can blame you for that. You've been well indoctrinated.
They used to argue about how many "angels" could dance on the head of a pin, too.
Lunacy.
The answer, by the way, is five.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day