Oh yeah, there are dues.
The ones you pay the following morning after a McBonfire at the Glen repleat wit forty ouncers, SDW singing his fav songs, McFez drinking the Raki and picking up young boys.
In October, I drank waaay too much Scotch and didn't even get to the track until almost 11 a.m. the next morning. Thank God it was raining.
And don't forget McCranky curled up in the fetal position after one too many TnTs.
Jamo....
I try not to bite, while I used to woik da street corners, my street name was "Gummy Bear"
Bill,
I think we may change the 2002 tour name. Cranky wants it to be a little more PC.