I wonder how many times "Do You Want to Touch Me, Marin?" is going to loop through my head before it stops making me chortle (and I have a feeling it's going to be randomly leaping up from the nether regions of my brain for years). It's going to make driving through Beamer-land much more enjoyable. By the way, Lark Creek Inn are shit employers, too. I once represented one of their axed-waitresses who they were trying to deny unemployment. This fucking plutocrat restaurant and they send their manager and assistant manager down to SF for a whole afternoon to try to deny a struggling waitress her unemployment. I can't give specifics, but the details would make them look even worse...and I thoroughly enjoyed making their trip a wasted effort.