mm rocks why u may ask??? bad spellings aside, he's like a little part of us we love to hate. ok, he can't type for shit but the essence of what he says is a lot deeper than any poem or short story i have read. he is our construction worker with the butt crack showing our rough uncouth friend a stranger in ure soirees that mistakes the merlot for the cabernet sauvignon oops. he knows way more about viticulture than you. sorry mm, i typecast you. somehow i felt if u couldn't write and sound like a pretentious superfluous find me a longer word dammit kinda poster, what would u know about social graces. jeez. i'd be happier if all u pretentious wannabes went ure way ,formed ure little cliches,clinked ure glasses and said, oh we are so better . much as i hate some of mm rants,i know i am not better and i certainly don't feel threatened