It’s starting to become really difficult to defend the Orange Accident, Lynn, isn’t it? I mean your back is up against the wall.
You don’t like him or respect him and you wouldn’t let your daughter, or your daughter’s mother, date him, yet you are in the position of defending him.
Yechh! I know that’s the taste in your mouth, and I’m holding a place next to me on Freedom Island where Lynn Stivers can stand.
Thanks for becoming a new fan, Lynn. Come again.
P.S. I got a stiver in my finger once but my mother took it out with a tweezer.