Dear James, it's a good thing I love you like a brother.....

....because I am not going to hop on the next plane to Newark just to staple your lips together.

For one thing, Sylvia might mind.

Rat bastard read my LJ and emailed me to say "Gee, it's hot out."   Yeah, but the humidity here is only 45%, Monkey Boy.

EDIT: Alameda misses you too. And so do I.