“Look what I got.” Randos? “The randiest. Although, this guy to my left keeps telling me go home and get my shinebox.” Yeah, don’t murder him. It comes back to bite you in the ass. “I’ll try. But, you know, if he keeps disrespecting me my hand will be forced.” Don’t do it. “Forced.” Hey, … Continue reading The Faster Weir Goes, The Rander Weir Gets