Wednesday, February 16, 2005

We're ready to walk. We mean it. We really, really mean it. Really.

Last chance. We're serious.
Your really, truly last chance. We're getting up from the table now. We're walking towards the door. Our hand's on the doorknob ... we're turning it now ...

Oh, for Chrissake, will you people just shut the f**k up, call it a season and go golfing, already?

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