To make a long story short, I quickly dialed Scuba World and ordered a wet suit and air tank. By nightfall I'd buried my leaky canister in a landfill outside of town, where they didn't plan to build a McDonalds until January of 2001. Ever since this incident Kim has been sleeping in the guest room. Women have always been a mystery to me, and she's no exception, Alice. She won't listen to me when I explain to her that I'm only doing this because Clinton needs all the diversion he can get.
Nothing seems to work.
Operators are on duty . . . And we sometimes write back.