Hey Bandit, Hi Rose. Whacha smelling out here today. The storm coming,-ah me as well. Soon the masters will be putting up the windows, so thought I would feel the wind on face fore that happens.
Now docha be forgetting at the next block is the hamburger joint. You know as well as I do if you jump around enough with a little whine here and there ya will convince the masters to get ya something. I hear ya! Be seeing ya tomorrow, same place same time. If'in that rain aint still here that is.