texts: I'll bet.  Look, Sam.  Why don't you come by this weekend.  We'll take the boat out... </s> <s> Sorry, Sandy.  I've got plans. </s> <s> What?  Running over alligators with that silly swamp jalopy when you could be sailing a real boat...
labels: Swamp's where it's at, Sandy.  Gives you a look into the muck we all crawled out of.  You ought to try it some time.