F**K!

Forgive my profanity.

F**k!  Too many tequila.  I woke up to (count’em all) four, yes, four [4] sent text messages to L.B.

From,

Yours Truly

P.S. NO RESPONSE.

P.P.S. It was a series of Hey. Pary tmrw.  Sorry, I mean party tomrw.  Near me. Come.

AAAAAAHHHGGGGH.  I should not own a cell phone.  

Now, time to get the Yellow Tail, I guesssssss!!