Your pretty voice and green my eyes.

This will have to be a quicky. Sorry to pull yet another poor lyrical quote, but last night my air taxi was late late late; when I got on my feet couldn't awake and a fat man kept a knee in my back until the sun rose of Sharon. As they say: No sleep till Brooklyn. I'm trying to hit a quick dognap, but this bitch, Stella, the French bulldog, is nothing if not a shitstorm in the sac. Men and Women: she snores worse than Brad Rhoades. I say again, She snores worse than Brad Rhoades.