It's dead!

Which one of you Males put my Rolling Stones cd in the map pocket in the door of the truckmobile to rattle around with candy wrappers, scratch tickets, empty cigarette packs and various junk?

WELL???? Somebody better 'fess up cause you owe me a new cd.

I've been looking for that cd for about 6 months now. Of course, beings as how I am not and never will be a Male, I didn't think of looking in that particularly stupid and highly unlikely place.

I abjure any past asseveration which might lead all and sundry Males to any conclusion as to the possibility of taking temporary custody of My Personal Lares and Penates.

Male Talk Translation: I hereby promise to never let any of you "borrow" my cds.
or more simply:
Keep your Big Mitts off'n my stuff, dammit!

Let 'em get away with murdering Mick and who know what might be next? It's a slippery slope, you know, first music, then sox... earrings.... jammies, shirts... who knows? That slope could lead to a Male taking possession of my cooking pots and that would mean outright War!