I've been negligent in appending my signature "or else!" codicil. Aussie women are saucy & sassy, Singaporeans tell me. Even at the dinner table. When to a **** Aussie, motor-boating babe you say: "Pass the quokka gravy pretty Baby," nothing happens unless you bellow (with a persuasive, gravely-grave, gravely groan): "Pass the quokka gravy pretty Baby, or else!" Keep 'em guessing, or else! I'm not the idiot from Florida you ordered in the first place. I'm not the only idiot desde la Florida either. When I'm not drinking orange juice with my parole officer, I'm on the beach scarfing tarpon beneath a royal palm tree. When we meet (bear with me, or else!) I immediately get to see your most important physical attribute, one in which you'll never see, no matter how long you live. That's pretty good. With a little practice you'll be as good as me, or else! But I'm not ready to die, Hospice nurse! I knew it!!!