Uhhhhhh...
Thank you.
This is purty much how I ar-ticulate, however.
I reckon this is the point where I launch into some sodden sordidity about my dreary literary aspirations but lucky you, there's nothing to tell. Sometimes when I get real drunk I get all aspiracious and sit down and type something or 'nother on my ol' typewriter but I usually fail to realize that the ink strip is out, so there's no record, alas...
(Naw, east coast actually.)
(I can't help but think there's some joke I'm not getting... God bless a GOAT. I can't stand when that happens.)