(opens mouth to say something... then closes it)
In light of recent events I'm NOT going say a word.
The mental pictures are bad enough.
Nope, not a single word about these three rumping around at a bar dressed in leather, spandex and tight (and I mean tight) jeans.
Not one one word about triplcate forms to the Rex about permission to go out with the boys.
(Pssssst if your down route 7, check out the Mexican Blackbird)
And most certainly not a word about Tracey's replacement.
Uh uh, no way, not any comment whatsoever.