Alright.. it's time I let everyone in on our little dance, S1sk.
Josh and I have been beating around the bush about me helping him fold records for about 2 damn months now. Well Josh, my feet are tired. Now I'm setting the terms. I'm going to go to your house after I get off of work (around 4:30). I'm going to sit there on your porch and drink a six pack until you get home (I'd imagine a man, would feel more like a man, with a cold bucket of suds on a hot summers day?). And I'm going to grin very angrily at people as they walk/ride past. If there are any bees left around your porch, I'll glare at them too.

Does anyone want to sit with me on Josh's porch? You can help us fold records when he gets home.. plus I'll give you free beer. eh?eh?

Sorry to bring this sordid business into the killoggs limelight but goddamn it, I'm sick and tired.