Everytime I see the title of this thread, I think of the old Five Keys doo-wop song "Ling Ting Tong"...

I thing I pulled out some dings at the beginning, but I hadn't yet had enough mojo, and I was pretty sure I was shooting blanks. In other words, I wasn't man enough to knock up anyone's reputation (or knock down).

The long of the short of it, I don't think anyone will be able to tell if it was a ding or a dong.

Now that I have my second chicklet. I am no longer spreading the hate, but just spreading the love. I am a love machine, and I won't work for nobody but you.