Originally Posted by WestCo Scott

That job, that job is a relentless stinging pain that starts in my toes and ends at the top of my head. Somewhere in transit the utterly disgusting feel relays a message to my tired and wearisome head in which an idea is spawned. This idea later develops into a greater thought in saving myself from a never ending game of point and shoot, money. Is it worth it?

The internet is no place for kids, take it from me.