Alas, all my hope for you just evaporated. Too scared about your problem to even go to a harmless website. How sad. Was da widdle-bitty baby fwaid he'd see somtin' scare-wee?<quoted text>
There was no need to go to a site. Unlike you, I read what is written. You noted what it was, stooge. Your words always trip you up.
I see all that mystical east stuff didn't stop you from being afraid of your shadow. So no MMA or Kung Fu while you were there?
Top income bracket too? Wow. Color me jealous....NOT! Ok, if you can pretend to be overpaid, I can pretend to be envious: Me: "Oh, man, you got fat wads of cash AND mystical knowledge?" You: "Uh, yes, that's right. We all come home rich from our tours overseas. Richer than Midas and twice as wise."
Do those things go together? Oh, right, I remember when the Master told Grasshopper: "The way to true enlightenment is through a nice, fat wad of sweaty money, my son." That was my favorite episode! I farted, ate a hotdog and switched to the baseball game.