All The Way Ray

I feel fortunate that I grew up in an era where a kid could play at death trap playgrounds and choke on hot dogs as parlor tricks.

When I took Snowy out I saw a cyclist in a yellow jacket on his way to the evil empire. It's ok son, Snowy Bear and I got your back. The hood's always got your back.

Most Twin City motorists would be surprised to know that by the time a young man who lives in Chicago reaches the age of 12 he's heard the sound of a car horn say 12 billion times.

Mrs off sick today. The Snowy Bear is blowing up shit (not literally) in the front yard to entertain Mrs as we speak.

Settle down sporty. The USA hockey team has a whole lot of hoops to jump through before they get that gold medal.