Holy FlIP! Bad flippin' news, eh? That is real tough, Dale. Man, I wisht I could help, eh? Maybe I could, like, send yer boss a letter tellin' him you are a totally, like, unreliable fliphead who will steal and that you have been flippin' his daugther anyway on the side.

Yeah. That oughta do it.

Send me the address of the place and the name of yer boss. I will lose you that job, man, before you can flippin' say..."Flip ME!!!"

Del, you sound like the kinda guy to have around, eh? Them yard sales are the way to go for raisin' quick cash. Way to go, eh?

Man, that is a real bummer about CD. OUch! YOur heart must be busted real bad, eh, Dale? Total bummer. I feel for ya, man. Officer Dana wouldn't never betray me like that, but she does sorta keep an eye to see I don't, like, get inta trouble again. That is a hassel but its' okay. I know she has good intentions, and I am willin' to suffer for love. I gotta prove myself to her. That means: no more beer store breakins. No more serious public drunkeness that gets me kicked outta the bars. No more "borrowin'" snowmobiles and other stuff like that from people I don't know that good that live in the towns around here.

It ain't easy, man.

BDiBR (Sb\hane)

p.s. I GOTTA meet Wade some day. He is my hero.