Well, get hold of the neihbor and get a bag off him and bring it to the Getaway... Heck, bring the neighbor if he wants to come... Don't bring Mr. D, tho, weed or no weed... No Mr. D...

Yo, Brucie, "Hope you think this thread is about you"...

(It is, Boberdz...)

Oh, yeah...

Come on, Brucie...

Ali, ali, in come free...

Come on, buddy...

Atleast coem to the Getaway... We do a song together... Sheey fire, son... I'll even do Bobby Goldsboro's "Honey" with ya, buddy, an' you know how much I hate that song... But we'll do it... Come on...

B~