[Bill]

Actually, Andi, it is you. Several weeks ago, Joe and I were grilling some steaks and beer-drinking in his backyard. He seemed a little quiet, so I gripped his shoulder, looked him in the eye, and said, "what's wrong, Joe?" "Bill, this site has one too many members, and I'm not sure who to cut loose" I quickly offered to get him another beer and lifted the lid on the grill and flipped the steaks over, fanning the aroma towards Joe. "It's not me, is it, Joe? 'cause I can bring these steaks over anytime. I know a 'guy' than can gimme a good price". Joe took a big swig of his Michelob and waved his hand around,"No, it's not you, Bill" "Joe, you don't need to say it. I already know it's Andi, isn't it?" Joe teared up and just nodded yes into his beer, and then held his empty bottle out to me. I hauled ass into the kitchen and grabbed anothe one for him. Christine caught me, though, and said, "what's taking so long with the steaks out there?" "Uhhh, we just wanna get 'em right. I think they're almost done. Be right back!" I sprinted back to Joe with his fresh beer. "Joe, my brother, I had an idea. I can take care of this problem for you. What if we just don't notify Andi via e-mail whenever someone responds to a post she has made?" Joe whispered, "Bill, what if this can be traced back to me?" I looked him dead in the eye and said,"Sir, I will be your G. Gordon Liddy and you are my Nixon." Joe took a swig of beer, grinned, and said, "let's eat"