Bill~

I grudgingly accept your admitting me to the anti-social club. I put my money in a 1/2 gallon bottle & tossed it into the Gulf of Mexico, it should be well on its way to you already. Yes I drank the rum out the bottle first, wet money would probably be rejected. I gotta talk to the warden at Hattieville, I require Hawaiian shirts; if the damn toll takers on the Florida Turnpike can wear em, so can I. & I don't care where I sit at the bar so long as the rum and Belikin comes without delay and there's a cross breeze.

Now leave me alone mad