*Stops Slow Ride before he can leave the stage......by stepping in front of him and taking hold of his rocket in one hand and stroking ever so slow......and pulling him close with the other hand and kissing him deep and hard........and then whispering in his ear, "You've got to present an award to someone baby".*

I step back and lightly smack Slow Rides ass, giving him room to present the next award.

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~