1 Please review! I am going to continue this but I would like a bit of
encouragement. xxxx Disclaimer as before.
2 The Full Monty: Chapter 2 "Man Flesh, Gnomes and Safeways".
"Two or three grand?!!" the voice shrieked throughout the bar and a small fountain of Budweiser sprayed across the floor. "You have got to be takin' the piss!"
"Its true! And I wouldn't be bloody surprised either!" Boromir, slapping his hand to his face and thumping the small, round table as he leaned on his elbow.
"Who told you?"
"Merry did."
"You trust Merry?"
"Mmmpf…"
Aragorn looked sceptical. Boromir winced in his seat. His black haired friend sat gazing around him, every so often eyeing Boromir then the pint beside him.
"You're not having my pint." The cringing man grunted.
A loud tut emitted from Aragorn's pouting lips. He then slumped back, arms folded and sighed though his nose.
"I suppose a couple of grand a gig makes sense, bearing in mind how many are going to see them." Aragorn said ponderingly. He sighed again. "Considering that they are fitter, sexier, more entertaining than what the women sees about here."
Boromir looked up and frowned crossly, glaring straight into his mate's brown eyes.
"What ye trying to say?"
"What do you mean?" Aragorn said puzzled.
"You slagging me off? You slagging all the men in the bleedin' area off you are!" He erupted. He then pushed his stool back with a loud squeak and stood up, breathing heavily through his nose.
Aragorn, unfazed by Boromir going red with anger and towering (partly swaying) above him simply replied, "Well they are."
"Suppose." His friend speedily sat down again and returned to leaning on his elbow a la depressed looking.
"Don't get depressed, son." Aragorn attempted to comfort. "It's only the truth. I know it, you know it, and everyone knows it."
"I've got just one thing to say to you." Boromir said while taking a mad interest in the design of the bar table.
"What?"
"Bastard."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sam sat nervously in front of the panel, face bright pink, his forehead shining with sweat, and unfortunately for him the seat of his trousers was making a very embarrassing squeaking noise every time he fidgeted. The panel in front of him scantily took notes each time they asked him questions which made him fidget. Resulting in the horrible squeaking noise trying to answer the question instead of his own trembling voice.
"So Mr Gamgee," an elderly man looked at him over his spectacles. "Have you worked with computers before?"
"Oh yes! While I was at the job club I was always on it! I've learnt quite a big bit about…." He started enthusiastic then stopped and stared at the massive window behind the group. What the hell was that? It looked like gnomes…HIS gnomes.
"Mr Gamgee?" a middle aged woman asked.
"Sorry.." Sam stuttered. "As I was saying….I…"
CRASH. One of the gnomes was shattered by its partner. It fell to yellow, red and orange pieces around the windowsill and the other gnome nodded up and down as if it was laughing. A hand appeared then waved at a gob smacked Mr Gamgee. The other gnome bashed into it and the naked hand promptly replied with an alone, stiffened middle finger.
"BASTARDS!" Sam shouted enraged.
The judges sat open mouthed. The leader's glasses fell to the floor and cracked, a fly flew into the middle aged woman's mouth, and the other two sat and acted disgusted.
"I'm sorry Mr Gamgee but if you are going to throw abuse you might as well leave. Good day to you!" They together announced to him.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Sam…"
"Fuck off."
"Sam…"
"Get lost."
"Sam…"
"Piss off.."
This carried on for a while as Sam, walking at 70 miles per hour followed by Aragorn and a limping Boromir (Aragorn had kicked him in the nuts for hurting his hand.) charged though a busy market street. It began to rain but they continued to push through crowds and dodge incoming fists and kicks from an extremely annoyed garden fanatic.
"Just how many differentiations of go away do you have in that brain of yours Sam?!" Boromir groaned as all three arrived at the job centre.
Sam didn't answer. He stormed past the secretary at the front desk and through all the swinging doors and, unfortunately for Aragorn, hit him in the face quite a number of times as they continued to pursue.
The green entrance door, again, was thrust open in a rage which made Legolas yelp in surprise. Pippin and Merry jumped and stared at Sam approaching the sofa while Frodo sipped on his own version of tea. Aragorn entered with a loud THWACK hammering him in the centre of his forehead. He staggered in gibbering and was suddenly bumped into by Boromir who collapsed on top of him, bruised testicles and all, and they were both in a heap on the floor.
"Oh, isn't this just adorable?" Legolas kneeled down to their levels and tickled Aragorn's chin. He giggled and continued to move his hand round and twiddle his hair round his pale finger.
"Gerroff him, poofter!" Boromir yelled, a hint of fear in his voice.
"Well, there's no need to get bitchy. I wouldn't touch you even if you were one of the Chippendales." Legolas snapped and walked out the green door, muttering as he always did.
"Get off me ye twat," Aragorn grumbled.
Both men got up and approached Sam but were soon driven away by the threat of a hard briefcase to the head and a kick to their precious. Walking over dejectedly to the table where they had gathered with Frodo earlier, Aragorn stared at his doodle bikini he had created prior to his gnome puppet show with Boromir resulting in the exploration of his fist to Boromir's balls while his injured friend sat and tried to comfort himself.
"How are we going to get to talk to Sam?" Aragorn asked, ignoring Boromir's discomfort.
"Easy." Was his reply. "We don't."
"But if we are going to do this thing we need to know how to dance!" Aragorn said in a low murmur.
"Why should we do it anyway?" Boromir frowned. "We will just get laughed at."
"For the money!"
"You're prepared to strip off in front of people you know for money? The walk out your door the next day and have your life made hell?! Who says they're gonna pay us?"
"If I don't get this money Arwen will leave me. She's fed up as it is. She needs better so I'm going to make myself better." Aragorn spoke sadly and desperate.
Boromir sat and looked sympathetic at his buddy. He was in the same situation too. No doubt their loved ones would get sick of the jobless bums they were.
"We charge £5 entry fee." Aragorn said quietly.
Boromir stared in disbelief. Talk about a change of emotions. Saddened to businessman in less than a minute. He shuffled in his chair then winced again.
"If 50 people come then we only get £250 between us. Which we have to split." He grunted.
"Fine we charge £10."
"That's a bit better…"
"If we charge anymore no one will come." Aragorn replied with a tone which said "I've worked this out listen to me."
"Ok, ok," Boromir agreed. "But I think I need a splint."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sam seethed at the small kitchen area of the pale blue room. How could they? They had totally screwed up his chance. He could have got away with everything without telling Rose. Now he would have to because of them fuckwits. She would hate him. Leave him. Spread nasty rumours….
"Fancy a cuppa Sam?" a small delicate voice asked.
There he was. That small brown haired, blue eyed, curls hanging over his eyes wonder.
"Yes thanks." Sam smiled at him.
Frodo walked over to the pale silver sink and filled the small green kettle. He then attached it to its base and leant against the kitchen bench facing his upset friend.
"It didn't go too well, did it?" He asked smiling sweetly.
"No." The gardener woefully replied. "My marriage and life depended on me getting that job."
"Don't worry." Frodo outstretched his arm and planted a small hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be ok. You'll see."
Sam looked up and smiled. Frodo really was his best friend.
"Thank you Frodo. I appreciate it." He smiled back.
"Any time."
A small click was heard as the kettle stopped boiling and Frodo poured the steaming water into a shiny silver teapot and set it on the hob. Growling came from it as he added a tea bag and waited until it was ready. Before Frodo could comfort his friend anymore a loud voice boomed over,
"OI! Pooper scooper! Chocolate biscuits with our tea. Ta very much."
Frodo's forehead collapsed into a wrinkled scowl and he snapped back,
"Get off your ass and do it yourself Boromir! I'm not your bloody slave."
He hmpfed then turned his attention to his sad companion but yet again the voice broke in.
"Ye wouldn't ask Sam if he would teach us how to dance would ye?"
Frodo turned with his face crumpled up in laughter. He giggled and looked at the two men sitting not so far away from him.
"Wh-haha-wh-hahhaha-ottttt?" He said between fits of laughter.
"Ye heard what I said, dumbass. Just ask him would you?" Boromir blushed scarlet then turned back to Aragorn.
"S-S-am," Frodo stuttered, still killing himself with laughter.
"Why the hell do they want to know how to dance?" Sam interrupted.
At this point Aragorn had risen from his chair and was walking fearfully across to a now confused and pissed off Sam.
"We, I mean Boromir and I are err…" He blushed and moved closer to Sam so that he could whisper in his ear but on the way he tripped over his own feet and landed with a thud, biting his tongue.
"Shut," Aragorn said with a numb tongue.
"You're going to have to be more graceful than that on your feet if you want to know how to dance." Sam said, while he and Frodo grinned and smirked at each other.
Merry and Pippin for the duration of the time Sam and company had entered had been playing cards ignoring everyone and everything in their intense game.
"SNAP!!!!!! BLOODY SNAP!!!!! HELL YEAH!!!!!" Pippin erupted lifting his knees while he jumped, knocking the small coffee table flying and covering Merry in cards.
"I BEAT YE!! I BEAT YE!!!" He continued to scream. Then lifting his jumper and covering his head, he ran about the room with his arms spread out like wings. Merry sat sickened at his friend's victory celebration and held his head in his hands. Pippin, now screaming "YEEHAW!" as high as a choir boy and jumping up and down on the sofa showed no sign of giving up, shutting up and giving Merry's head some peace.
"Pippin, for God's sake would ye sit down." Merry grumbled. "You're givin' me a sore head ye dickhead."
Pippin stopped mid jump and took his jumper off his head. He pouted at Merry and dropped his hands to his sides with little effort.
"You're just a sore loser." He whinged at him.
"No I'm not." Merry grumbled again.
"Well then let me celebrate!" He started to jump again on the sofa, then leaping over it like a frog he bounded over to the rest of the group debating Aragorn and Boromir's career choice.
"Oh-hahahahahaha-Oh my-hahahahahahahaha-Gawd!!!" Sam collapsed against the sink laughing.
"Will you help us or not?" Aragorn pleaded.
"Ok," Sam said honestly. "I will help you."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Britney Spears wailed over the shop speakers "Im So Oh Oh Oh Oh Overprotected." Legolas poked through the cosmetics muttering to himself.
"Oh she is so not overprotected….dirty little non virgin…" He mumbled while sniffing on a deodorant.
"Oooh. Aqua…" He popped it in the basket and continued to walk throughout Safeway. He currently was in the toiletries section after visiting the butchers, fruit and vegetables and all the others. His aqua marine basket was full of variety. Lettuce, tomatoes, pita bread, sausages, bacon, oranges, apples, tea bags, coffee, corn flakes, cheese, orange juice, chocolate digestives, hobnobs, and now deodorant joined the party. He swiftly picked out soap, toothpaste, and a new toothbrush then strutted into the perfume and make up section.
"Oooh! They have new perfumes…I have to go look." He squeaked while an elderly woman looked at him strangely out of the corner of her eye.
The perfumes were stacked on a silver shelf just below the hair dyes which was quite convenient for the young blond. While squirting a mild purple coloured perfume on his wrist he felt a presence behind him. He tried to continue as normally as possible, which was quite hard considering everyone of the opposite sex was giving him dirty looks as he was in the perfume aisle trying on perfumes, until two firm hands gripped his waste and pulled him against the body. He then saw out of the corner of his eye that there was someone with them. A husky voice then whispered in his ear,
"So Legolas…Do you have any man flesh between your trousers or not?"
Legolas squawked and pushed the intruder back using his back side as a ram. He spun round on one heel to find a sweet smelling Aragorn and cracked glass about him. Boromir was holding his nose and trying to help him up.
"You pervert! You were touching me!" Legolas in his high pitched voice squawked again. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!"
"With what? Bitch slaps?" Boromir still holding his nose poked a traumatised Legolas who yelped again, then slapped Boromir on his thigh. Boromir retreated behind Aragorn and continued to help him up.
"You wish Legolas," Aragorn replied.
Legolas stared one hand on his hips the other covering his mouth. Light shone through the multicoloured perfume bottles giving him a glowing background.
"So answer my question." Aragorn said huffing and puffing as he rose.
"You got anything between your waistline and your tight arse jeans or not?"
Well that's it for another chapter! I hope you liked it…Sorry if it wasn't funny or as funny as the one before. Please review I'll b e very thankful! Xxxx Oh and by the way, Safeway is a supermarket, Aragorn and Boromir were controlling the gnomes and Aragorn was the gnome who was smashed and Boromir the evil laughing one.
Oh and again thanx for reading and please review.
2 The Full Monty: Chapter 2 "Man Flesh, Gnomes and Safeways".
"Two or three grand?!!" the voice shrieked throughout the bar and a small fountain of Budweiser sprayed across the floor. "You have got to be takin' the piss!"
"Its true! And I wouldn't be bloody surprised either!" Boromir, slapping his hand to his face and thumping the small, round table as he leaned on his elbow.
"Who told you?"
"Merry did."
"You trust Merry?"
"Mmmpf…"
Aragorn looked sceptical. Boromir winced in his seat. His black haired friend sat gazing around him, every so often eyeing Boromir then the pint beside him.
"You're not having my pint." The cringing man grunted.
A loud tut emitted from Aragorn's pouting lips. He then slumped back, arms folded and sighed though his nose.
"I suppose a couple of grand a gig makes sense, bearing in mind how many are going to see them." Aragorn said ponderingly. He sighed again. "Considering that they are fitter, sexier, more entertaining than what the women sees about here."
Boromir looked up and frowned crossly, glaring straight into his mate's brown eyes.
"What ye trying to say?"
"What do you mean?" Aragorn said puzzled.
"You slagging me off? You slagging all the men in the bleedin' area off you are!" He erupted. He then pushed his stool back with a loud squeak and stood up, breathing heavily through his nose.
Aragorn, unfazed by Boromir going red with anger and towering (partly swaying) above him simply replied, "Well they are."
"Suppose." His friend speedily sat down again and returned to leaning on his elbow a la depressed looking.
"Don't get depressed, son." Aragorn attempted to comfort. "It's only the truth. I know it, you know it, and everyone knows it."
"I've got just one thing to say to you." Boromir said while taking a mad interest in the design of the bar table.
"What?"
"Bastard."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sam sat nervously in front of the panel, face bright pink, his forehead shining with sweat, and unfortunately for him the seat of his trousers was making a very embarrassing squeaking noise every time he fidgeted. The panel in front of him scantily took notes each time they asked him questions which made him fidget. Resulting in the horrible squeaking noise trying to answer the question instead of his own trembling voice.
"So Mr Gamgee," an elderly man looked at him over his spectacles. "Have you worked with computers before?"
"Oh yes! While I was at the job club I was always on it! I've learnt quite a big bit about…." He started enthusiastic then stopped and stared at the massive window behind the group. What the hell was that? It looked like gnomes…HIS gnomes.
"Mr Gamgee?" a middle aged woman asked.
"Sorry.." Sam stuttered. "As I was saying….I…"
CRASH. One of the gnomes was shattered by its partner. It fell to yellow, red and orange pieces around the windowsill and the other gnome nodded up and down as if it was laughing. A hand appeared then waved at a gob smacked Mr Gamgee. The other gnome bashed into it and the naked hand promptly replied with an alone, stiffened middle finger.
"BASTARDS!" Sam shouted enraged.
The judges sat open mouthed. The leader's glasses fell to the floor and cracked, a fly flew into the middle aged woman's mouth, and the other two sat and acted disgusted.
"I'm sorry Mr Gamgee but if you are going to throw abuse you might as well leave. Good day to you!" They together announced to him.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Sam…"
"Fuck off."
"Sam…"
"Get lost."
"Sam…"
"Piss off.."
This carried on for a while as Sam, walking at 70 miles per hour followed by Aragorn and a limping Boromir (Aragorn had kicked him in the nuts for hurting his hand.) charged though a busy market street. It began to rain but they continued to push through crowds and dodge incoming fists and kicks from an extremely annoyed garden fanatic.
"Just how many differentiations of go away do you have in that brain of yours Sam?!" Boromir groaned as all three arrived at the job centre.
Sam didn't answer. He stormed past the secretary at the front desk and through all the swinging doors and, unfortunately for Aragorn, hit him in the face quite a number of times as they continued to pursue.
The green entrance door, again, was thrust open in a rage which made Legolas yelp in surprise. Pippin and Merry jumped and stared at Sam approaching the sofa while Frodo sipped on his own version of tea. Aragorn entered with a loud THWACK hammering him in the centre of his forehead. He staggered in gibbering and was suddenly bumped into by Boromir who collapsed on top of him, bruised testicles and all, and they were both in a heap on the floor.
"Oh, isn't this just adorable?" Legolas kneeled down to their levels and tickled Aragorn's chin. He giggled and continued to move his hand round and twiddle his hair round his pale finger.
"Gerroff him, poofter!" Boromir yelled, a hint of fear in his voice.
"Well, there's no need to get bitchy. I wouldn't touch you even if you were one of the Chippendales." Legolas snapped and walked out the green door, muttering as he always did.
"Get off me ye twat," Aragorn grumbled.
Both men got up and approached Sam but were soon driven away by the threat of a hard briefcase to the head and a kick to their precious. Walking over dejectedly to the table where they had gathered with Frodo earlier, Aragorn stared at his doodle bikini he had created prior to his gnome puppet show with Boromir resulting in the exploration of his fist to Boromir's balls while his injured friend sat and tried to comfort himself.
"How are we going to get to talk to Sam?" Aragorn asked, ignoring Boromir's discomfort.
"Easy." Was his reply. "We don't."
"But if we are going to do this thing we need to know how to dance!" Aragorn said in a low murmur.
"Why should we do it anyway?" Boromir frowned. "We will just get laughed at."
"For the money!"
"You're prepared to strip off in front of people you know for money? The walk out your door the next day and have your life made hell?! Who says they're gonna pay us?"
"If I don't get this money Arwen will leave me. She's fed up as it is. She needs better so I'm going to make myself better." Aragorn spoke sadly and desperate.
Boromir sat and looked sympathetic at his buddy. He was in the same situation too. No doubt their loved ones would get sick of the jobless bums they were.
"We charge £5 entry fee." Aragorn said quietly.
Boromir stared in disbelief. Talk about a change of emotions. Saddened to businessman in less than a minute. He shuffled in his chair then winced again.
"If 50 people come then we only get £250 between us. Which we have to split." He grunted.
"Fine we charge £10."
"That's a bit better…"
"If we charge anymore no one will come." Aragorn replied with a tone which said "I've worked this out listen to me."
"Ok, ok," Boromir agreed. "But I think I need a splint."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Sam seethed at the small kitchen area of the pale blue room. How could they? They had totally screwed up his chance. He could have got away with everything without telling Rose. Now he would have to because of them fuckwits. She would hate him. Leave him. Spread nasty rumours….
"Fancy a cuppa Sam?" a small delicate voice asked.
There he was. That small brown haired, blue eyed, curls hanging over his eyes wonder.
"Yes thanks." Sam smiled at him.
Frodo walked over to the pale silver sink and filled the small green kettle. He then attached it to its base and leant against the kitchen bench facing his upset friend.
"It didn't go too well, did it?" He asked smiling sweetly.
"No." The gardener woefully replied. "My marriage and life depended on me getting that job."
"Don't worry." Frodo outstretched his arm and planted a small hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be ok. You'll see."
Sam looked up and smiled. Frodo really was his best friend.
"Thank you Frodo. I appreciate it." He smiled back.
"Any time."
A small click was heard as the kettle stopped boiling and Frodo poured the steaming water into a shiny silver teapot and set it on the hob. Growling came from it as he added a tea bag and waited until it was ready. Before Frodo could comfort his friend anymore a loud voice boomed over,
"OI! Pooper scooper! Chocolate biscuits with our tea. Ta very much."
Frodo's forehead collapsed into a wrinkled scowl and he snapped back,
"Get off your ass and do it yourself Boromir! I'm not your bloody slave."
He hmpfed then turned his attention to his sad companion but yet again the voice broke in.
"Ye wouldn't ask Sam if he would teach us how to dance would ye?"
Frodo turned with his face crumpled up in laughter. He giggled and looked at the two men sitting not so far away from him.
"Wh-haha-wh-hahhaha-ottttt?" He said between fits of laughter.
"Ye heard what I said, dumbass. Just ask him would you?" Boromir blushed scarlet then turned back to Aragorn.
"S-S-am," Frodo stuttered, still killing himself with laughter.
"Why the hell do they want to know how to dance?" Sam interrupted.
At this point Aragorn had risen from his chair and was walking fearfully across to a now confused and pissed off Sam.
"We, I mean Boromir and I are err…" He blushed and moved closer to Sam so that he could whisper in his ear but on the way he tripped over his own feet and landed with a thud, biting his tongue.
"Shut," Aragorn said with a numb tongue.
"You're going to have to be more graceful than that on your feet if you want to know how to dance." Sam said, while he and Frodo grinned and smirked at each other.
Merry and Pippin for the duration of the time Sam and company had entered had been playing cards ignoring everyone and everything in their intense game.
"SNAP!!!!!! BLOODY SNAP!!!!! HELL YEAH!!!!!" Pippin erupted lifting his knees while he jumped, knocking the small coffee table flying and covering Merry in cards.
"I BEAT YE!! I BEAT YE!!!" He continued to scream. Then lifting his jumper and covering his head, he ran about the room with his arms spread out like wings. Merry sat sickened at his friend's victory celebration and held his head in his hands. Pippin, now screaming "YEEHAW!" as high as a choir boy and jumping up and down on the sofa showed no sign of giving up, shutting up and giving Merry's head some peace.
"Pippin, for God's sake would ye sit down." Merry grumbled. "You're givin' me a sore head ye dickhead."
Pippin stopped mid jump and took his jumper off his head. He pouted at Merry and dropped his hands to his sides with little effort.
"You're just a sore loser." He whinged at him.
"No I'm not." Merry grumbled again.
"Well then let me celebrate!" He started to jump again on the sofa, then leaping over it like a frog he bounded over to the rest of the group debating Aragorn and Boromir's career choice.
"Oh-hahahahahaha-Oh my-hahahahahahahaha-Gawd!!!" Sam collapsed against the sink laughing.
"Will you help us or not?" Aragorn pleaded.
"Ok," Sam said honestly. "I will help you."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Britney Spears wailed over the shop speakers "Im So Oh Oh Oh Oh Overprotected." Legolas poked through the cosmetics muttering to himself.
"Oh she is so not overprotected….dirty little non virgin…" He mumbled while sniffing on a deodorant.
"Oooh. Aqua…" He popped it in the basket and continued to walk throughout Safeway. He currently was in the toiletries section after visiting the butchers, fruit and vegetables and all the others. His aqua marine basket was full of variety. Lettuce, tomatoes, pita bread, sausages, bacon, oranges, apples, tea bags, coffee, corn flakes, cheese, orange juice, chocolate digestives, hobnobs, and now deodorant joined the party. He swiftly picked out soap, toothpaste, and a new toothbrush then strutted into the perfume and make up section.
"Oooh! They have new perfumes…I have to go look." He squeaked while an elderly woman looked at him strangely out of the corner of her eye.
The perfumes were stacked on a silver shelf just below the hair dyes which was quite convenient for the young blond. While squirting a mild purple coloured perfume on his wrist he felt a presence behind him. He tried to continue as normally as possible, which was quite hard considering everyone of the opposite sex was giving him dirty looks as he was in the perfume aisle trying on perfumes, until two firm hands gripped his waste and pulled him against the body. He then saw out of the corner of his eye that there was someone with them. A husky voice then whispered in his ear,
"So Legolas…Do you have any man flesh between your trousers or not?"
Legolas squawked and pushed the intruder back using his back side as a ram. He spun round on one heel to find a sweet smelling Aragorn and cracked glass about him. Boromir was holding his nose and trying to help him up.
"You pervert! You were touching me!" Legolas in his high pitched voice squawked again. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!"
"With what? Bitch slaps?" Boromir still holding his nose poked a traumatised Legolas who yelped again, then slapped Boromir on his thigh. Boromir retreated behind Aragorn and continued to help him up.
"You wish Legolas," Aragorn replied.
Legolas stared one hand on his hips the other covering his mouth. Light shone through the multicoloured perfume bottles giving him a glowing background.
"So answer my question." Aragorn said huffing and puffing as he rose.
"You got anything between your waistline and your tight arse jeans or not?"
Well that's it for another chapter! I hope you liked it…Sorry if it wasn't funny or as funny as the one before. Please review I'll b e very thankful! Xxxx Oh and by the way, Safeway is a supermarket, Aragorn and Boromir were controlling the gnomes and Aragorn was the gnome who was smashed and Boromir the evil laughing one.
Oh and again thanx for reading and please review.