But you can’t have my Bud Light.

And here I submit for your approval my veh-dee skeh-dee Monsieur Jahk o’ Lahn Tearn.

Well, my lovely Internets Pals, courtesy of your comments and emails and texts we have made it through another day without a cliff-drivin-off adventure. I even managed to chuckle a couple times. If I can just make it through tomorrow, that will bring us to Monday with its fresh possibility of imminent Wellbutrin arrival. Mighty happy drug… come to The Dory poste haste. Buenos Nachos. I love you, man.