Uncle Mark and I would eat like Kings in Martinsville. We'd take our leftovers over to the rats on White River, go watch a sprint race at Paragon, shroom it up and play 9 at Rolling Meadows, then get BJ's in the parking lot of Kenny's from hookers while doing bumps and doing high fives...he'd be back home by 10 pm.
You do know I put the battleaxe on a plane this morning? Let's do this. I think I have another sick day coming.