Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Stuart Noble
saying something like:

Why don't you **** off?
Couldn't have put it better myself. Ok, carbonate isn't bicarbonate, but
smart arses should resist the temptation to make cheap jibes at every
opportunity, especially when they contribute nothing else to the thread.

Who the **** are you pair of muppets?

One that asked a perfectly valid question, and one that answered it to
the best of his ability. Where do you fit in?