No doubt 'Yall. I even try pulling my stomach in real far, sucking my nostrils shut, and wearing one glitter glove when I tell them I'm singer Michael Jackson. Won't try that again - it only scares away the nice ones and the pigs stay.

Hey, after F III (likely on the 27th now) I'd like another night on the town with you guys in Oly - Ole'. Yeeehaaaw. I wanna see you wear your double beer helmut into the "Scrambler", or whatever Joe calls that club around a couple corners from that place on 4th Ave. No pigs allowed, eh? Not in that double young babe dance I got pulled into last time there, after F I.