Gather 'round the fire and let uncle T.J. tell you a story. It was back in 1642 and I was at teh ripe old age of 13. I was sitting in teh corner of the dining room in from of a nice big bowl of oat bran when i noticed,I had no hands. I had a good idea where the little buggers may be, so I was off. I went to a convenience store about a block away from the eiffel tower and saw the hands on the back of a 1978 chevrolet jaguer with leather exterior and a bobble head taco bell dog on the side. And just as i suspected, there were my hands on the top of that damn car. The car sped away, leaving my hands in a heap on the ground. I bent down to pick them up but soon remembered, I had no hands. I kicked some dirt into the air and then, my own hand gave me the finger. So I kicked that son of a bitch into a tub of liquer in a barrel in front of McCraken's pub just on the other side of the great wall of china. As it sank into the barrel all I kept thinking was, "now that's what I call finger licken' good." I walked over to the barrel and, to make a long story short... Gather 'round the fire and let uncle T.J. tell you a story.