Dang Dave, You are a bigger "mess" than Sandy and me. I'm on a 12' step ladder, 16th floor, wing seven, room 13B, isle 54, in the back of file cabinet L-7, Red folder trying to remember this shit. You'd make Archie Bell and Drells "Tighten Up".
Are you hunt'in the blue eyed mollusks with Kenny and I over the Fourth or are you polish'in the bow rail and study'in your windshield water spots like the rest of these dead beat, bench racers?
We can have a meaningful conversation about the water spots on our dive masks, drink some wine and listen to Every Mother's Son "big single" played real loud! (the "whipper snappers" they think we're Navaho Code Talkers!)
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