Hey, Bobby. Put your nipple away. “He’s, uh, on vacation, too.” True. Whatcha doing? “Puzzling at this fellow’s choice of beach-footwear.” I probably wouldn’t go with a loafer. “Gotta let the dogs out when you’re on vacation.” He’s not on vacation, Bobby. He’s at work. “I kinda am, too.” Not that you’d know it. What … Continue reading And Those That Could Not Sink Or Swim Were Just Left There To Float