I'm now I'm sitting here at Amber Gorda's apartment-for-not-much-longer, listening to Amber and her friend chit chat about various things that have changed since they left WV. Like the new no-smoking policy at pancake house.
Before her friend got here I was arguing with a dumb-ass from u-haul who told me that he was incapable of transferring me to anyone else. Apparently the U-haul customer service buck stops with Jose Fontes. A pox on your penis, Jose. I hope it falls of after tagging you in the eye.