i stopped after a couple thousand. that was great, it reminded me of summers spent sittin on my grandpappys porch, he always had a big bucket full of empty beer bottles in the corner of his porch, these bottle attracted lots of flies and his porch was white so that like doubled them. i would sit in his rocker and sentence thousands of flies to their deaths with my trusty fly swatter. boy those were the days.
i am reborn
GO SAINTS!