Oh Job! By lordly means not withstanding, this young specimen had miles to go before he made the sleep-over-bypass! Quite a stretch (you sinner)! Nevermind that part... listen boyeee, we tugged on his prosper all frigging afternoon... you'd think the gramp would relinquish his one toothy-eyed goal, but nah, instead you'd hear something like "jesuits the lot" (crowing from the transistor)... "I don't get your french jokes."