Nothing wrong with having standards. I, for example, like my girls alive and well and at least as interesting as a two hour traffic jam. 1 in a million.

Wow. That sure explains my new bearskin rug. If only that bear hadn't erred so grossly. Might've saved itself a life in front of the fireplace. I've also got a necklace of its teeth, but I heard those've fallen out of fashion lately. Can't imagine why.