See I married the wife because she was the smallest and best and had a dang good swiss army knife she got at 12 years old. She still has it. Don't take it to the US though, weapon of messed up de-struc-tion. Just like me being radioactive I'm da bomb. It's just dye in my blood but ....

The knife has saved my bacon more than once, and sliced some fine back bacon on a wood fire in the bush, bacon wrapped around some nice partridge breasts. Fiddle heads on that ta boot.

AS to your computer being a fruit I reserve comment. Man if you are that in love with a piece of hardware you otter sleep wif it. As to me my machines are just that, like the lawnmower the wife can never start. Right now I'm regarded as a necessity, she took 100 pulls at it and then called me. I sniffed the muffler, primed it about 20 times with the rubber dingy, and gave it a pull and away she went. At first she comes in mad, but then she says why are you always right. I reminded her of the time I spent an hour trying to get a horn to play b flat. Darn tuner didn't work. Kept saying A#..then after an hour it hits me..same dang note...(psst don't tell anyone).

John Conley
Musica est vita