Well, ole Bubba Ray (that's me) came home from a hard day a slaving at the mill, sat down, read some e-mails, read (and civlized folk think us rednecks are illiterate) a couple chapters of The Last Run (Leonard B. Scott literary piece about Rangers in Nam, fawkin A piece!) and grabbed the Comet and Scotch Brite and went to work in the commode. Well, while ole Bubba Ray was a scrubbing, jammin to Foghat, Bubba Ray decided he should reward himself. So Bubba Ray made the Bellsouth call to Round Table and ordered up one of them large pepperoni, hold the anchovy numbers. Well faster than Bill Clinton hitting on an intern, Bubba Ray's dinner had arrived. Well, good news is Bubba Ray is satisfied with the food. Bad news is, Bubba Ray DESTROYED that whole pie in about 10 minutes. Boys and girls, that's just get down dog dirty ugly if you ask me.