Hi BobMcP: No, you did NOT use the work boinkig enough. You missed by one boink. But don't defenestrate, it happens to many, especially Burk, who, if all went according to plan, is resting comfortably now in a semi-private room at Mt. Sinai. He has a vapid look on his face, a broken arm, two cracked ribs and drools constantly. The nurse just walked in and he, despite his condition, grabbed for her ta-ta's with his good arm. She punched him out with a sharp right jab, removed the IV morphine drip and gave him another shot, this time in the labonza. His roomie demanded a private room, whatever the cost. Said he'd sell his 401-k, his Google, his house and his wife. He's being wheeled out at this moment. The doc, making rounds with the pre-med students hanging on his every word looked at the chart, pointed to Burk's obvious wounds, noted the bowling ball and announced his prognosis: "This fellow will need another 16 pound bowling ball for his other thumb so that he doesn't slouch to the right. This could lead to the patient walking in circles making it impossible to stand in line, any line." The students scribbled furiously. The doc concluded; "You can see he's a drooler. He'll likely become a chronic-drooler.