Actually, I'm pretty mellow right now. Given enough bread pudding soaked in bourbon, even a menopausal woman can smile benignly at the other half of the world. But because you weren't nice, I'm not sharing. Why is it okay to plaster two slabs of female flesh in thumbnails and not okay to plaster one slab of male flesh in them? That's what inquiring (and bourban soaked) minds want to know. I don't find either particularly interesting or attractive inducements to view a graphic, but someone must. But if I have another spoonful of bread pudding, I won't care.