if you want me, email me - theres a paper trail
I lived without this crap when we all had rotary phones - I live without it now...kids are grown and independent...just like I raised them....and I don't want to talk to anyone except mrs rev when I get home
This horsecrap of everyone staring at their palms is too much and its become valium for the psyche and ego...particularly for the selfie narcissist crowd
Now, sit down, grab some Gin and lets shoot the breeze over a nice steak and salad
Hey, I like you. That sounds like my kind of evening. Make mine a single-malt, though.