When i look back at those times at RMA 90-92, I can't believe how some of those ataff tried to intimidate me a 15 year old kid. I would like to take some of those male counselers out honkytonkin with me, my biker, and redneck buddies now. They would probally be fine until we started drinking corn liqour and one of them tried to take care of his feelings. ::armed:: ::armed:: ::armed:: ::armed:: ::armed:: ::armed:: ::armed:: ::armed::