Originally Posted by pastorbobnlnh

I hate that term, "Clydes." It makes me think of the dirty horses stuck in their pastures that I pass every day on the way to the church. While I weigh nearly as much as you do (and at times in my life weighed more), we're not equines stuck out in the field waiting for the next time farmer Messer hitches us up to the hay rake or maple sugar sled.