Unquestionably Confused wrote:
I recall a local yute (think "My Cousin Vinny") who fried a few too many
brain cells (jerk never had all that many working to begin with) and
threatened suicide a couple three times. Parents turned all his
firearms over to the police but apparently forgot he was working as a
contractor.

They found him out in the garage, laying against the wall with a nice,
neat hole in his forehead and a rather large spike in his brain.



I can hear him now: "I need this job like I need a hole in my head. I've got
half a mind to quit!".



--
Mortimer Schnerd, RN
mschnerdatcarolina.rr.com