Caroline, Kiss My Ass

But at the moment, mind-reading time wasters turned the word "but" into "nut," which I am not, but having read a bit about JOE KENNEDY and his, shall we say, "eccentricities," I'm starting to wonder about you. It might take until tomorow to take your sweet ass to my TX woodshed, because as I tell my stalkers, drugboys, thugboys, "hackers," and misc. hard-core sociopaths, "I'm busy." Has anything changed since the Culver City of old? I've been stripped down to rags and watch the last of my personal possessions all day long. As my fictional Admiral already not famously asked, "Any suggestions?"