I missed you fellows. Christ, I come back and there is TSA with a vat of hot tar and Splits dressed in an African moo-moo carrying a 3 wood and a gross of feathers.
That wasn't right, El, and you know it. My hat was in hand, by God. I was this!!close to heading back to the RR and nailing my transom shut, but I'm not one to hold a grudge, peeg took me offin' his list and I've received some Private Messages welcoming me back, saying how deeply disappointed they are at Splits hateful response to my landing.
That unsavory business aside I swear on the souls of my grand children I will not be the one to break the peace we have made since my triumphant return from touring the Orient with Bruno Sammartino. But I am worry wart and at this very moment I am trying to bring my son Giuseppe back from Torino, Italy. Yes, he's a near a 90-years-old, but if he should happen to a slip on a bar a soap and a Ef takes advantage of his bent over a position then some of the people on this site I will not a forgive, I will not a forget. a savvy?