We got 2 inches.
Of rain, otis.
Nice try, jonzr. Otis is gone. He's in the world of Murder She Wrote and Love Boat reruns. Dinner at 4, bed by 8, visions of AARP memberships dance in his head. His avatar retired and Oat checked out. You say "I got 2 inches," he replies, "I got twinges too, and the doctor doesn't know what's causing it... My neighbor got a case of the twinges, a week later he was dead, God rest him. Where the hell is my Milk of Magnesia?"