"I love chocolate," the girl euphorically said."Bill, I want some caramels,"my mental patient said. "There he is," said the Starbucks girl when I logged-on this site. Honey, you can't see this screen, therefore Hughes will lock your asses up--later. Gee, I'd better write that statement to the Secret Service, or maybe his ass will be killed. "I didn't do it," I will maybe tell some lame commission. "No problem?" GO TO HELL.