My wife just called me. She's with our great niece, Rowan, at a cat foster home. Rowan calls me and asks, "Uncle Tim, if I pay for the food, would you adopt a cat for me? Please?" In essence, this would mean caring for said cat, cleaning out the litter box, maintaining peace between said cat and our two dogs, and generally taking responsibility for said cat. I responded, "Ask your mother." Heh, I already knew what that answer would be. Ain't happenin'.
Just two bros drinking delicious beers at a great establishment. I mean, I gave you kudos for your beer choice. Very delicious.
Steak bites, sir. They cut off the end tips and serve it up to all those peeping Tom‘s and they eat that shit up like it’s a fine cut
Not bad. Not bad at all. I remember when I met you. I'll be honest, you looked like security for POTUS. Am I off base?
Gosh that was so long ago I vaguely remember. It was like me you and Schilly and Gambitnut and that one red headed guy. We met at white eagle? I had to have been like 20-ish?
Oh and there was a lady there who used to work for the Blazers and you were all over her like white on rice trying to get the scoop