Smoke on a rope...

You're not a bona fide smoker until you can light up in front of your folks. Oh, mine KNOW that I smoke, I told 'em myself. But when I visit them, I have to wait until a) they leave the house or b) it's 2 AM. Even then, I'm still PETRIFIED that I'll neglect trace evidence, or that *GASP* I'll get caught in the act. Either I'm not a REAL smoker, or I'm just a big pansy. All things considered, I'm gonna' have to go with pansy.Hmph. Guess what. It snowed in Brainred (among other places, I imagine). You don't even have to look outside to confirm this assertion...just turn on TNT. They've initiated their rotation of "A Christmas Story". One word. Clockwork. Or is that two?"Show mommy how little piggies eat". Oh yeah. Oedipus would be proud.