VGG Agave, glad to see those pills are working. You even managed to keep it up right until the climax. Since I neglected to give you cab fare back to that little Coalition hole you crawled out of, having fallen fast asleep after out redevou,b. I wrote you a poem too.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You're momma was made into combat boots,
and now so will you!!
A word of warning to the rest of you cowardly exBruce, I made them into full blown S**t kickers, what with all the hide I salvaged from Agaves ample frame, "and these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boots are going to walk all over you!"
XOXOXO
Kroma
aka Nancy "boy" Sinatra.