I appealed to your inner-blackness again this morning... Yep... I bet you could smell the bologna frying all the way from Panam... And considering you're prolly balls deep in fish heads and platicones that are so dry they could be used as checkers, I bet your mouth was just waterin'... Mmmmm...
By the way - I'm slightly north of your POS - babysittin'... hoo-fuckin'-ya...
Teams and shit! Mostly the latter, but for the sake of the former.
good luck with "the big one, Weezie!" Enjoy your fish-heads and twice-fried grissle, soaked in butter and salt. Cheers, big ears.