Oh, it's DUmmy denbot. For a moment there, I thought Pammie had returned and was giving an account of her Crohn's symptoms. She's still MIA. It's either the fictional Crohn's, that meddling idiot principal at Jardine Middle School in Wichita, or, heaven forbid, that Glock in the hands of a 350-pound, 5 foot 5, violent bald drunk. I still hold out hope that it's none of the above, and she'll return as soon as those pricks at some wingnut website quit stalking her.