Yer most welcome Jim!
Glock, this is now the time ya head to Texas...
Don’t make us send Humblegunner up ta hijack yer arse!
“Don’t make us send Humblegunner up ta hijack yer arse!”
Wait, what... and leave FR unprotected from blog pirates?
We can get there in the urban escape vehicle, and we’re prepared to sleep on the ground, and eat mre’s... but there’s gotta be some sort of, well, at least the illusion of donuts and coffee. Old habits, and all... just figuring which boys to bring... Jim has only met one. Maybe we can kick that up.