Jamo,
You KNOW I just CAN'T can't resist the whisperings.
One of my girl friends once told me she could never marry me because I had "a devil's streak that she just couldn't tame." Too bad for her--I found a wonderful woman instead who still can't tame the streak, but simply puts up with me.
Sandwich kept hearing from all his friends all night long that "something" was going on. My fingers were black, red, yellow, and blue from all the paint. There was no hiding the fact I was guilty.
When he finally came out he didn't know what to think...but by then it was, of course, too late. Besides, he had other things on his mind.
When he pulled out of the church, he laid rubber for at least 50 feet--two nice, long black marks were left in the church parking lot under a billowing cloud of smoke. Yes, Jamo, you would have approved. I wonder if he hit the brakes too hard and squirted some of that mint stuff all over the place!
David
