Once upon a time, a guy asked a beautiful girl "Will you marry me?" the girl said "NO!" and the guy lived happily ever after and skied alot and went fishing and hunting and played golf and drank beer and scotch and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and farted when ever he wanted.
Then put your own words in your mouth. Be specific, your mother is purchasing an ounce of what from your grandmother? I hope it's an ounce of cyanide to poison your breakfast tomorrow you feisty little tart.-El.Gato