Sorry Weezy about stealing your lunch date. We discussed some business but they kept staring at the guy at the next table that had a full mustache and smelled like hamburger dill pickles. I just had to leave.Yes, it depends on who you ask. I'm beloved by some, hated by others. But I'm always just a phone call away.
Whisker, you stole my Tuesday lunch date! I might have to scratch your eyes out, lol.
I'm gonna try to make the Georgia game with my wife for our anniversary. Guess I'll start working on my shank proof jacket just in case.
Ok here's the deal. Wicker has been talking to this lady for a few days. She ask me to come and see her in North Carolina this weekend. So I'm a food city gas and go filling up the gas tank as we speak. Headed to nc now. Took off tomorrow and might not come back home.
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