Well, well, well...

Seems that I got the "Womanz" thing goin', with the Getaway starrin' me down this week, at the wrong time...

(Bobert, why do you do this to yerself???)

But, hark, no, screw "hark" fir the minute... First of all, I loves the P-Vine and can't imagine bein' wid no one else...

(Oh, hi, P-Vine... Jus' messin' on the pudder... You goin' to bed now? I'll be right in to tuck you in....)

Hey, how's that fir smooth???

Where was I???

Drated vacations, that's where... I feel like Iz been on one3 of them reality shows where alligators eat the least enept...

I'z wored slam out...

I played a 45 minute gig today and had to come home and go to bed fir 2 hours... You ain't 'sposed to go on vacation, come home and play a 45 minute gig and have to go to bed fir two friggin' hours....

Like what's wrong with this piccure???

Yeah, WYSsuzie.... Next vacation is yer place...

Bobert