What the fuck was I yelling about?

You're asking us? How the hell would we know?

DG

Um, no.

I was asking Skeets.

On a 'cuz I was yelling and laughing,
and he was just laughing, but I have no
idea what the fuck I was going on about.

But, I know it was funny as hell.
Whatever it was.

Uhh, I asked if it was too late to call, and you went nuts about killing me with a walker for making you feel old.

"You think I am some old fuck who they wheel out of the old fucks home, give me my meds so I can pass out and fucking piss myself? YOU THINK I'M THAT OLD, MOTHERFUCKER?!

One and all, you need to hear a Livva rant... they are great.

I still have a foggy late night recollection of Liver going off on Head about Wh eat thins....

Bizzarre!

Fuck crackers.

Oh sure ... play the race card.

DG