Isn't that what you are supposed to tell someone that looks like death warmed over? Like in the war movies? "You're gonna be OK Johnny. When you get home, the girls are gonna like up to blow you" while your intestines are halfway across the block.
I keed. I keed. Keep kicking it's ass!
That response came one hour after the question was asked. You proabably only missed saving said good snek by 59 minutes and 45 seconds before it was dispatched "in an abundance of caution."
This is no joke. My daughter (no pics) just graduated summa cum laude in a graduating class of more than 440 students. I went through the graduation program and counted the number of summa cum laude graduates. It was something like 220. Right around half of her graduating class had a cumulative GPA of 4.0 or higher.
The valedictorians (plural) had to have a GPA of 4.7 on a 4.0 scale and a perfect 36 on the ACT. I think there were 14 of them. Salutatorians had to have at least a 4.6 and at least a 35 ACT. I think there were 11. My daughter's 4.3 GPA and 33 ACT practically put her into slacker category.
See, I'm just the opposite. I don't like having to manhandle a towel big enough to wrap around my big ass. I'd rather use a hand towel than a bath sheet. Picture me as a fat ass diver with one of those Sham-Wow's.
Son picked me up at the airport yesterday, ordered WB on the app while driving back toward home. New location, open less than a month. Placed the order, app gave me a time window when they would bring it out curbside. Fifteen minutes after that time had elapsed, I walked in to hear them calling my name like it was a pick up in store order, but they didn't have drinks made up yet. Messed those up too.
Sad, the modern version does not even come close to the nostalgic memories.