Hal,
I'll see you and drop you 8 (degrees). Just pulled in from another seizure of "Juvenalia Demenntia" in Jamo's ex-car. 85 mph in 16 degrees F. The side curtains were too stiff from the Concours truck-ride to put them on the car!.
Jamo.
Than-Kew! Wifey just LOVED it! Oh shyte, bruthah.... I mean this: clean out yer foo-keen pool-house. Tell Buddy to move it on over. Now you'll have the best of both worlds---JANECQA back in your driveway, Uncle Ronnie figuring out Uncle Freddie's post-divorce residue (if any), the Barsamian clan enjoying Beef a la Oh Sh*t, Buddy in therapy, sordid wild-life in the Poo'---what more could you ask?
