TR identities
Listen up! You might learn something. Any time someone posts something that sounds suspiciously like a bad dialogue from a cliched private detective lifted from a worse 70s exploitation movie, I can't help but get a mental image of a guy afraid to leave his mother's basement sitting before a computer (front left) and a mirror (front right) into which he offers his best Bogart impersonations.
As for me, I just try to do the best I can to conceal my Nobel Laureate status. Gotta run -- dinner with "O" and then hop across the pond in my private jet to give Steve a chance to redeem himself on that chess game we had last week.
Edited to add ... I hope at least one person gets that the sardonics are pointed elsewhere.
