“Bobby Ace! How yew doin’, hoss?” “Doing well, Mr. President.” “Lemme ask yew a question, Bob.” “All right.” “Where’s the puss?” “Uh, sir, your wife is right there.” “Oh, man, it’s okay. Me an’ Hill got an arrangement.” “Yeah? What’s that, sir?” “I do whatever the hell I want all the time, and she faces … Continue reading Rob, Bob, Bill, Hill