Russ is also a close friend, and we're developing a web strip together. And by developing, I mean we've been talking about it for a year or so.
Just so you know, at least one of us is talented:
You'll see Russ's work in a cereal aisle near you in conjunction with Indiana Jones 4. And in the beverage aisle. And 7-11. And probably a fast food joint, for all I know. The sun shall not set on the Walks empire.
He's just not the best driver is all.
He's just not the best driver is all.
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Uh, I take exception to the "He's just not the best driver" comment. I AM the best driver, particularly when compared to you, my friend. I'm also the best man, and, occasionally, the last best option for the C.I.A.
You have to admit, you've been known to tap the brakes a bit.
I think it's more a matter of you not tapping the brakes enough. And I don't wanna start a whole big thing here, but I think I will briefly relate the story. One evening - and this was years ago, readers, in a different time - Dave was concerned that I had had too much to drink to drive home safely. "I'll just follow you, to make sure you get home in one piece," he said. "I'd hate to see something happen to you."
I remember telling him that I was fine, that the virgin Mai Tais I'd been drinking hadn't really affected me, but he insisted, and so I acquiesced.
The drive home was uneventful (outside of him frantically waving hello every time I looked in my rearview mirror) until three blocks from home, when I slowed for a yellow light and he rear ended me at 35 miles per hour.
My back still hurts on rainy days.
I think it would be prudent on my behalf not to respond. It is never wise to antagonize Mr. Walks. What few people realize is that Russ breeds an underground ring of vicious attack Shelties.
He won't think twice about turning one of those adorable monsters on your family. And he'll sleep well that night.
That, at least, is true.
How is your mother?
Her face still hurts on rainy days.
Thanks for asking.
I know I'm a little late here, but I've gotta agree with Dave on this one. Four words for Russ - "Don't Smoke Death Cigarettes." Bring on the Shelties.
Unfortunately for the Walks empire, it will soon be handed over to someone too busy playing Rock Band to care for it.
But I guess if there's one thing I learned from Dad, an effective way to rule an empire is just wing it, and hope the consequences are manageable.
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