OK, you don't have to kill it. I'd hate to be trying to find a way to get a hacksaw into a pecan pie anyway.
I don't come here much anymore, cause no one talks to me. Why waste the emotion? I just leave feeling sorry for myself.
My neighbor is playing his bass so loud the dishes in my hutch are rattling! I'd like to bore a hole in the wall and shout at him!
But I won't. But I'd like too.
