Jesus, this thread's still going??!
How many balls is he cracking?
As long as this accursed albatross of a thread remains, it taunts me about that bloody break. When I look at that carving now, all I can see is the crack. For the love of god, let it die.
Hear that? That's the grinding of my teeth, that is.
Better than the sound of a ball cracking I suppose.