Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Interesting observations from Phoenix

Well, right now it is 2025 in Phoenix, and the temperature is still 105 degrees. That is freaking hot, but the humidity level is only like 12%, which means that your clothes don't get soaked in sweat. If it was back in NC, the 90% humidity would be absolutely unbearable at this temperature.

I also noticed:
There are no bees here.
You don't have to cut the grass here.
There are more hot women here than any place I've ever been.
Not much fried food here; not many fat women here, either.
No mosquitoes.

More on Phoenix to follow...

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

There was a guy in a bar one night that got really drunk, I mean really, really, really, drunk. When the bar closed he got up to go home. As he stumbled out the door he saw a nun
walking on the sidewalk. So he stumbled over to the nun and punched her in the face.
Well the nun was really surprised, but before she could do or say anything, he punched her again. This time she fell down and he stumbled over to her and kicked her in the butt, then he picked her up and threw her into a wall. By this time the nun was pretty weak and couldn't move very much. So then he stumbled over to her, put his face right next to hers and whispered.......

"Not so tough tonight are you Batman?"

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Things were looking good, untl...

Well, we got on the airplane Saturday afternoon at Raleigh-Durham Airport and took a 1hr45min trip to Dallas-Fort Worth. This was unique for me, since I haven't flown in an airliner during my entire adult life. Anyway, we got to DFW and had boarded our connecting flight within 15 minutes. Cool! So we take off and start heading to Phoenix. We are in the air about an hour and a half when the plane starts making some turns. A buddy of mine says he sees some huge thunderheads in front of us. The captain then comes on and says that the weather radar has gone down, so he is returning to DFW!

So we fly all the way back, and now we don't know if they are going to fix the plane quickly, put us up overnight in a hotel, or put us in another plane. After about a one hour wait, they announce that the weather radar has been fixed, but that something was found to be wrong with one of the engines in the MD-80 we were flying in, so we got transferred to another plane.

Once boarded, the plane had not been catered. We waited an hour on the tarmac waiting for the caterer. The passengers voted and decided to leave without any water, drinks, or food. And just as the captain decided to go, the caterer showed up, stalling us another 20 minutes. We finally arrived in Phoenix around 2230 local time, or about 12 hours after we started our journey, or about 8 hours later than we should have.

One final note: Who in the hell wants to live in such a hot place!!

Friday, July 25, 2008

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though they were a very large mammal their throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. The teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was impossible.

The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah"

The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"

The little girl replied, "Then you ask him."

You might have some use for this prank one day...

Not my words, but this will definitely bring a smile to your face:

Now, I’m sure many of you have encountered little shits in supermarkets. Little kids running about and knocking things over, being rude, walking all over their parents, you know the kind. But the worst are the biters.

Yes, those little cunts that feel it is okay to bite you whenever they feel like it.

Okay, here’s the best part. A biter got me today when I was grocery stopping. He broke the fucking skin, too. This was when the gears started turning, the moment I saw a tiny sprinkle of blood on the little shit’s teeth as he was grinning at me like the little cunt he is.

I made my eyes get wide, and started screaming “SHIT! SHIT!.” Now, my good friend, Tom we’ll call him, was there too, and he instantly picked up on it. He started shouting “FUCK! MAYBE HE DIDN’T GET IT! FUCK!.” By now, the kid is scared shitless and starts crying, and instantly, Mizz Mom appears out of nowhere and starts getting pissy at us for yelling at her kid.

Here’s the kicker, I look her straight in the eye and say, “Mam, get your son tested as soon as possible, he just bit me and I’m… I’m FUCKING HIV POSITIVE.”

And now there is silence. Not a peep in the entire store. The brat knows he just fucked up big time because his mom isn’t defending his ass. She just stares at me wide eyed. I walk away from them, buy my shit from the wide eyed cashier, all the while blood is dripping from my calf, making a nice little trail on the floor. And, just s we leave, we start to hear the mother sobbing. Sobbing like the cunt she is.

I have never felt any more satisfaction than the moment I heard that sob.
Thomas Hudner had no particular interest in airplanes when he graduated from the Naval Academy in 1946. He wanted only to serve aboard a ship. But in 1948, after he had been at sea for several months and had worked as a communications officer at Pearl Harbor for a year, he was ready for a new challenge and volunteered for flight training. He was briefly stationed in Lebanon before being assigned to the carrier USS Leyte as an F4U Corsair pilot.
By the fall of 1950, Lieutenant Hudner was flying combat missions in Korea. On December 4, he was one of a flight of six fighters sent out on an armed reconnaissance mission over North Korea. Hudner was wingman for a Navy flier named Jesse Brown, the son
of a Mississippi sharecropper who had attracted a good deal of attention—and some discrimination—as the Navy’s first black pilot.
While strafing enemy positions at a low altitude, Brown’s plane was hit by antiaircraft fire. Smoking badly and without power, the aircraft was too low for Brown to bail out or clear the snow-covered mountains. Hudner followed Brown down, calling off a checklist to help prepare him for the crash landing.
Brown put his plane down in a wheels-up landing in a clearing below. The impact buckled the fuselage at the cockpit, and Hudner was certain that Brown was dead. To his amazement, Brown opened the canopy and waved weakly, but he appeared to be unable to free himself. Knowing that rescue helicopters had a long distance to travel, Hudner decided to help Brown get out of the plane himself. He didn’t ask permission from the flight leader because he knew it would be denied.
Hudner radioed, “I’m going in,” then dumped his ordnance, dropped his flaps, and landed wheels up, hitting the hilly area hard. He got out and struggled through the snow to get to the downed plane. Hudner saw that Brown’s right leg was crushed by the damaged instrument panel, and he was unable to pull him out of the wreckage.
Hudner kept packing snow into the smoking engine and talking to Brown as he drifted in and out of consciousness. When a U.S. helicopter arrived, the pilot worked with Hudner for forty-five minutes trying to get Brown out. They hacked at the plane with an ax, and even considered amputating Brown’s trapped leg with a knife. The snow packed on the bottom of their boots prevented them from getting any firm footing
on the plane’s wing. As nightfall approached, bringing temperatures as low as thirty degrees below zero, it was clear that Brown was dead. Hudner hated to leave the body behind, but the helicopter pilot couldn’t fly in the mountainous terrain after dark. Reluctantly, the
two men returned to base camp.
The next morning, reconnaissance showed that Brown’s body, still in the cockpit, had been stripped of clothing during the night by enemy soldiers. Because of the hostile forces in the area, it was impossible to retrieve it. The following day, the commander of the Leyte ordered four Corsairs to napalm the downed plane so that Brown could have a warrior’s funeral.
By February 1951, the Leyte was back in port in the United States. In mid-March, Hudner found out that he was to be the first American serviceman in the Korean War to receive the Medal of Honor. Daisy Brown, the widow of Jesse Brown (who had been posthumously awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross), was present when President Harry Truman put the medal around Thomas Hudner’s neck on April 13, 1951.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Big ones, of the brass persuasion

L/Cpl Matthew Croucher will become part of a select of group of just 20 living George Cross holders when the Queen awards him the medal, which is given for acts showing the same level of heroism as the Victoria Cross.

The Marine had less than seven seconds to make up his mind on whether to risk sacrificing his own life to save his friends when the hand grenade rolled onto the ground during an operation in Afghanistan earlier this year.

Without hesitating he chose to chance death and save his three fellow Royal Marines.

Now he has been awarded the George Cross, the highest decoration for bravery while not in the face of the enemy, which is surpassed only by the award of the Victoria Cross for thehighest level of bravery in the face of the enemy.

"It was a case of either having four of us as fatalities or badly wounded-or one," he said after the incident last February in Helmand province

L/Cpl Croucher, 24, was part of a company of 40 Commando sent to investigate a suspected Taliban bomb-making factory near the town of Sangin when he set off the trip-wire booby-trap that unleashed the deadly grenade.

"I thought, 'I've set this bloody thing off and I'm going to do whatever it takes to protect the others,'" he said.

The Marine then shouted "Grenade. Take cover" to three men close to the bomb.

"I knew a grenade like this has a killing circumference of about five metres," he said. "I'd been through this scenario in my mind and realised there was nowhere to take cover-there's no point running off because you're going to catch shrapnel.

"The lads behind me would have caught a lot too."

The serviceman, from Birmingham, "fully expected" to lose a limb but was willing to make the sacrifice "if I could keep my torso and head intact".

He dived onto the floor, rolled over and used his backpack - containing a 66mm rocket, a large lithium battery and medical kit - to cover the lethal shrapnel fragments from the coming blast.

When the bang went off he was thrown through the air and suffered just a nose bleed.

"It took 30 seconds before I realised I was definitely not dead," he said.

The astonished Marines looked on as L/Cpl Croucher's body armour and backpack shielded everyone from the blast which caused a few cuts and bruises.

L/Cpl Croucher was examined by a medic who recommended he should be evacuated but the Marine, who has completed three tours of Iraq, was determined to stay to fight the Taliban and within an hour had shot an insurgent approaching their position.

In an earlier instance of bravery the Marine attended a comrade shot in the chest preventing his lungs from collapsing while under fire for 45 minutes.

"Bullets were landing everywhere and at one stage a rocket-propelled grenade landed three metres from us. It injured four other guys," he later said.

L/Cpl Croucher has kept his backpack as a trophy of the day he "beat the grim reaper".

"When I see it I'm constantly reminded how lucky I am," he said.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The fridge needs to chill...

So, back in January the wife gets some ice cream out of the freezer side of the fridge, and the ice cream is frozen like a block of ice, making it nearly impossible to even scoop out. Didn't think much about it, but the next morning I go to grab some coffee creamer and notice that it feels like it is at room temperature. A thermometer verified that the fridge side was 65 degrees. Crap! I grab some ice and place them in the fridge side, and take notice that the freezer side is c-o-l-d. The wife calls a fridge man she knows, and he can't make it until the evening. Nine hours later, the repairman shows up. Guess what? That's right! Everything is back to normal. He checks, and all fans are blowing, and everything is cooling. He says it all looks good and to just make sure the doors are closed.

Then in February, the same thing happens, and I notice it at around 9 at night. Call the repairman, who can't make it until the following afternoon. Out comes the ice... Repairman calls the next day to follow up, and I check the fridge. Yup! Back to normal. He comes out anyway, and this time he checks all of the seals and ensures that all is working normal, and leaves. Before leaving, he gives me his cell phone number and says to call him ASAP the next time I notice it is acting up.

Then in March, same thing. This time, the repairman is in Greenville, but he keeps calling every hour to get updates. I keep telling him not working, not working, not working. He finally arrives and catches the fridge not working right. He digs into the freezer side and finds all of the coils iced over, preventing air from blowing into the fridge side. He checks the defroster, and it works. He checks the thermostat, and it works. He thaws everything out, and all is fine. He says that he's not a parts replacer and will only replace stuff he knows is broken. He tinkers, and plays, and can't find a root cause. He said to make sure the doors are closed, again.

Over the next few months, I was having to lay on my stomach and defrost the coils about every three or four weeks with a hiar dryer. Finally, last week I had to do it two days in a row. Called the repairman. He does a complete parts check, and can't find anything wrong. Decision time, because this shit is getting old. He says that the only thing he can think of is to replace the thermostat and defrost timer, because there are only four reasons why the coils would ice up; bad seals, doors left open, bad defrost timer, and bad thermostat. Well, the seals are good, and I abso-goddamned-lutely sure that the doors are always closed, so I tell him to replace both. Total cost? $189. Oh, he never charged me for the previous three service calls.

Let's hope this works...

Sunday, July 20, 2008

World's toughest animal

I have just watched a video that gets my vote of "toughest animal on earth." Watch this video. It is absolutely amazing, especially the last 15 seconds!





Saturday, July 19, 2008

Karma is a bitch, part IV...

District Attorney: Shooting death justified

Reported by: Jaime Meyers

A man is cleared in a fatal York County shooting. He shared his story with CBS 21 News.

Brian Fentiman found himself in the type of situation many of us have thought about and wondered what we would do. He chose to take action and that decision resulted in the death of 42-year-old Douglas Need.

Fentiman says it all began on June 28th when he was driving after dinner with his fiancée Maria. He says, “He ran back to the car, reached through the window and started hitting them.”

He says he saw Douglas Need attacking two women on east Philadelphia Street in York. Fentiman, a former soldier, followed to see if he could help.

“He just started pounding on the door. I was absolutely in fear he was going to harm Maria… I drew my weapon and chambered a round and ordered Mr. Need to get away from me.”

Need backed off. His passenger, Fred Minnich, was brandishing a box cutter at other people who had stopped to help. But then Need turned his attention back to Fentiman, who was out of the car.

“Mr. Need started coming up to me, waving his arms, and telling me to just shoot him… He kept coming, coming at me, that's when I fired my first shot into his thigh,” Says Fentiman. “He didn't stop. He got to me. He grabbed my shirt, ripped the top button, grabbed my arm, and that's when I shot him point blank, the second time, in the thigh… One of the ladies, as I was on the way to the police car, handcuffed, thanked me for saving her life.”

Fenitman says he got a concealed weapons permit for the 45, a gift from his fiancée, because they do real estate business in questionable neighborhoods. He says he never thought he would need it for a situation like this.

“I wasn't looking to kill anybody. I was just looking to stop the man.”

Police and the district attorney say Fenitman used justifiable force, but it's still hard to come to terms with, and he's gone to a psychiatrist to help him deal with the emotions that come with taking a life.

“He was a human being, he had a life and it was my actions that stopped him.”

Fentiman's fiancée, Maria, was present for our interview. She says, though traumatic, this has brought them closer.

Need's passenger, Fred Minnich is facing charges simple assault and possibly more. Police believe both Minnich and Need had been drinking before they got in the car.

Need cut several other drivers off, including the two women, who also had a baby in the backseat. They yelled at Need and that's what started everything.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Yes, I am aware that I have not posted anything in a few days. Fact of the matter is, I've been busier than hell at work. For those that don't know, I get up at 0500, leave the house by 0545, drive 18 miles, swap vehicles, and then drive an additional 12 miles to be in my office by 0630. I then work until 1700 and reverse the process. I've been working without an immediate supervisor for two months, so I've been doing my normal duties and the duties that he attended to. Once I get home between 1745 and 1800, I eat dinner with the family, and then my son usually wants to go outside and play. By 2000 I'm completely worn out. Why do I work such long days? Because working four 10-hour days lets me have a 3-day weekend every weekend. So, the trade off for having more consecutive time with the family is that I wear myself out during the week. Fridays are then usually taken up with running household errands and doing the yard work. Saturdays are the day that we might do something as a family away from the house. Sunday is usually the only day I get to just loaf around.

Friday, July 11, 2008

More Star Wars fun

If you are a Star Wars fan, then the link above should put you in giggle fits, as it did me. It is post from a fella who somehow watched a Chinese version of Revenge of the Sith. Now, that in itself isn't funny, but the fact that the movie was an English speaking movie translated into Chinese, and then had closed captioning that tried to translate back to English brings about the fun. Enjoy...

Another change to the page

I am a child of the 80's. I graduated from high school in 1988, so my formative years were surrounded by such things as the Cabbage Patch Doll, Thriller, The A-Team, the IROC-Z, cassette tapes, Ocean Pacific clothing, Members Only jackets, and the Cold War. One of the things that always brings back memories is the music from the 80's. So, what I've done is picked some select songs that I enjoyed in the 80's that never got old to me, and I've placed them along the right side of the blog. Enjoy.

A Fridy chuckle...

Angus Broon of Glasgow comes to the little lady of the house exclaiming "Maggie, cud ya be sewin on a wee button thats come off of me fly I canny button me pants. " "Oh Angus...I've got me hands in the dishpan, go up the stairs and see if Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin ya with it" About 5 minutes later there's a terrible crash, a bang, a bit of
yelling and the sound of a body falling doon the stairs. Walking back in the door with a blackend eye and a bloody nose comes Angus. The little lady looks at him and says "My god, what in hells name happened to you? Did you ask her like I told you?"

"Aye" says Angus.."I asked her to sew on the wee button an she did, everything was goin fine but when she bent doon to bite off the wee thread... Mr. MacDonald walked in...

And I think my wife would thump me if she read this one!!!!! Ha, ha!!

Son asked his mother the following question:

'Mom, why are wedding dresses white?' The mother looks at her son and replies,

'Son, this shows your friends and relatives that your bride is pure.'

The son thanks his Mom and goes off to double-check this with his father.

'Dad why are wedding dresses white?'

The father looks at his son in surprise and says,

'Son, all household appliances come in white.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

I made a difference! Kinda....

As some of you may remember, I posted in June about how I recognized that a US Senator's political ad that was touting being a key US military supporter showed a French aircraft. Well, what I didn't post (or forgot to post) was that I also sent an email to the Dole campaign with my concerns, and they provided a response four days later that said that they had just used stock footage, but they would forward my concerns. Guess what? The commercial has been changed, and it now shows an American F-15 Eagle, and I did some research on-line and discovered that it was changed after a citizen in NC pointed out that it was a French naval aircraft and such mistakes could be fodder for her Democrat competitor.

If you want to do your own research, you can do a Google search of Elizabeth Dole Super Etendard and see what pops up. I'm proud of my effecting a change in the NC political landscape!

Sunday, July 06, 2008

My first attempt at Digital Television

Unless you've been living in a cave (rather unusual thing to do in the United States, eh?), you know by now that in February 2009 all over-the-air television broadcasts will transition from analog to digital, and some stations have already started dual-transmitting. In fact, in Wilmington, NC all of the TV stations there have agreed to transmit only digitally starting in September 2008. Once the change is made, you must have a digital TV tuner in order to receive over-the-air signals. Newer TV's already have the DTV tuner, but older ones do not, which means that you will have to buy a digital converter box if you wish to receive DTV signals. These boxes aren't cheap, but you can get a $40 rebate coupon from the federal government (2, actually) to purchase one.

Let me put in a little sidebar here: WalMart sells a converter box for $49.99; therefore, you would buy it for $9.99. Best Buy acts like they are doing you a favor by building a big display of their proprietary brand DTV converters and announcing how they will accept the government rebate coupon. Their cost? $59.99. Go to WalMart...

Anyway, I receive all of my television through satellite, so I'm not affected by the digital conversion, but I went ahead and used my two coupons to purchase two converter boxes, since 2 of my 5 televisions are not hooked up to satellite. It takes all of two minutes to hook up a converter box (if you have any experience hooking up a VCR or DVD player).

Want to know what the big issue is going to be? Well, with the current analog signal, using the good old fashion rabbit ears, you can tune in to a channel that isn't perfectly clear and watch the show. You know, maybe a bit of a wave here or there, or maybe just a hint of some fuzziness, or even moderate fuzziness. The point is, you could still watch TV with a crappy analog signal. Not so with DTV. If the signal isn't clear, you are faced with either a jumping, skipping video and audio, heavily pixellated video, or just a frozen screen with no audio or video. This, my friends, is where people are going to be disgusted with DTV. No longer will you be able to tune into a fuzzy picture but still be able to listen to the news or the ballgame. Without a clear signal, you are faced with the same problems that a satellite subscriber faces whenever a heavy storm goes overhead and the picture goes to shit.

On the flip side, if you do get a clear signal, the picture is absolutely perfect, and that is just on a standard definition, 480i television.

I foresee some major growing pains when the change is made.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Always honor our fallen.

There is a tradition among Navy Seals that they do when they honor their fallen. I did not know about it until I read an obscure article and then saw a YouTube video honoring the life of Michael Monsoor, MOH. Michael Monsoor was a Navy Seal killed in Iraq in 2006. Navy Seals honor their dead after the usual funeral formalities are done by lining up after the ceremony and as they pass by the coffin they remove their Navy Seal trident from their uniform and embed it into the coffin. This video brought tears to my eyes...

Friday, July 04, 2008

Happy Birthday, America!!!


And now, a classic joke appropriate for the holiday::
Notes From An Inexperienced Chilli Taster Named FRANK, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast:

"Recently I was honoured to be selected as an outstanding Famous celebrity in Texas, to be a judge at a chilli cook-off, because no one else wanted to do it. Also the original person called in sick at the last moment, and I
happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came.

I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chilli wouldn't be all that spicy, and besides they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event:

Chilli # 1: Mike's Maniac Mobster Monster Chilli
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavour. Very mild.
FRANK: Holy sh*t, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint
from your driveway with it. Took me two beers to put the flames out. Hope
that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

Chilli # 2: Arthur's Afterburner Chilli
JUDGE ONE: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavour, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I'm not sure what I am supposed
to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me
the Heimlich manoeuvre. They had to walkie-talkie in 3 extra beers when
they saw the look on my face.

Chilli # 3: Fred's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chilli
JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chilli! Great kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chilli, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.
FRANK: Call the EPA, I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting sh*t-faced.

Chilli # 4: Bubba's Black Magic
JUDGE ONE: Black bean chilli with almost no spice. Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chilli.
FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Sally, the bar maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills; that 300lb. b*tch is starting to look HOT, just like this nuclear-waste I'm
eating.

Chilli # 5: Linda's Legal Lip Remover
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chilli. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Chilli using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
FRANK: My ears are ringing, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chilli had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. F*ck those rednecks!

Chilli # 6: Vera's Very Vegetarian Variety
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chilli. Good balance of spice and peppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulphuric flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that slut Sally. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone!

Chilli # 7: Susan's Screaming Sensation Chilli
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chilli with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chilli peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing
uncontrollably.
FRANK: You could put a f*cking grenade in my mouth, pull the f*cking pin, and I wouldn't feel a damn thing. I've lost the sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with
chilli which slid unnoticed out of my f*cking mouth. My pants are full of lava-like sh*t to match my goddamn sh*rt. At least during the autopsy they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing, it's too
painful. F*ck it, I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the f*cking 4 inch hole in my stomach.

Chilli # 8: Helen's Mount Saint Chilli
JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chilli, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chilli, neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge 3 passed out, fell and pulled the chilli pot on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make
it. Poor Yank.
FRANK: --------------(editor's note: Judge #3 was unable to report)