Let's face it man.. when you're out basking in the sun, I'm basking in the dark of my box. When I'm lurking through shadows or with lips clamped to some pretty little neck, you're lurking through the fridge or with lips clamped to your pillow. And yes, you do drool. Sorry, it has to be said. There's no shame in that. Go check out my coffin, you'll see you're not alone. But.. back to my point. This will never work. We tried.. hell, we gave it a shot! Right? Three weeks, eleven hours, to be precise. Later, FieryOne.