Jeeze, I dunno--an insidious Estrogen PLot, cold weather, conniving wenches with a reputation as axe murdresses...this is all too much for my wee brain, Mick.

Maybe you and I could just whisk Kendall off to Orlando, or Pensacola, and get a tan all over except for the guitar strap, playing music in the sunlight. Ya think? We could buy Spaw a ticket too, sorta sneak him down there and stay out of trouble minding our own business in a warm and friendly sport spot down where the bikinis grow, whaddya think? Mebbe we could kidnap Micca, even??

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