OK. You did it. You said the covert thing. Guess I'm going to have to take time out of my busy schedule and fly into Austin, rent a car, drive to Dripping Springs and rip your idiot head off its shoulders. Shit, and I was gonna get a massage this week. And some sleep. How'm I gonna do that if you say things that turn me into Hannibal Lecter?
It's in Round Rock about 3 miles off of I35 West on 620. Bring Bek cause Sean got several new Gameboy DS games and we could make a day of it.
--Ichabod Crane
