Say Paco, you no-good cheapskate. You can bitch and moan all ya want, but bidness is bidness, and you slipped out the kitchen door with a $400 tab still outstanding. Not to mention that like my flea-bitten brother, you kinda walked out on the Missus when you were running up the tab at my renowned institute of carefree indulgence. So don't put on airs.

Chinga

P.S. Try one of the tetracyclines for your little peepee, but don't expect it to get any bigger. We both know that dog won't hunt.


C.