Well, just call me Rip (in my trousers) Van(because I have more cargo room) Wrinkle (because of my fault lines).
To all three whom are concerned....
You win. Please check your mailbox each day to claim your prize.
You may be asking yourself where was he? If you are not watching late night infomericals or stuck in traffic. Did he have a nervous breakdown? (Well, no more or less than usual) Did he go the way of the pizza? (No Tombstone for me yet) What happened then?
Well this is the information superhighway and I was stuck in traffic. Apparently I can only type one word a minute...two if I may three mistakes.
Oh well, can I go outside and play Momma? I hear there is a prize waiting in my mailbox.
Remember you can't live with 'em, but you can live with me.
