To stuff down your throat and choke you
with.

Heads up, gang. I just spoke with a charming young man who informed me that The Cuff no longer has a kitchen. That means they don't do brunch. So if ya wanna go sit in a dark, dingy leather bar on a Sunday and eat peanuts and pretzels and drink cheap beer that's great.

I'd suggest we go there for the photo op, then go hit the Broadway Grill, who usually has a pretty good brunch buffet.

Edit: Trinity and I are out the door. We'll see whoever shows up.

Ciao!

Ass peanuts?

Glad to see the mayor's up and posting.

Dude, check the date. Hiram, what happened? No one at the Motel 6 knew where the Cuff was, and you guys were not there when we called. Jack?

seems that fiction turned into fact @ the cuff.

We better call the milk carton people and get his picture out there before they have time to take him over the state line.

‘Course it might be sort of difficult to decide which picture to use. You know, he looks so different in all of them….

Um...hey guys!

Jack!!! You're alive!! How's the "bottom"?


Hehehheh. I slay me.

Before you say any thing : I don't believe a word of it.
The net is a strange place indeed.

But not quite as strange as The Cuff.

We actually called the Cuff, and I thought they thought we were trying to prank them, so they got off the line early. Bastards.

and your phone doesn't have redial?

My brain doesn't.

oh, and did you get my message?

you not-answering-your-phone motherfucker

And I called you back, you non phone answering motherfucker. The next day, of course.

there was no message