Aw cripes der hey.
Jeez,ya aint heard nuttin yet. I asks D Stone ta see if the Krolikowskis could bring down a few of dem cement buns from da Hilltop fer me an da guys in the shop cuz I owe dem some favors. And wadda ya know, when the K's git back from Hootun, I git one of dem fancy wadda ya call, emails, dat sez dey was sold out.
Now cripes, how da heck can dey be sold out of dem cement buns? Doze rally drivers are all skinny cuz every pound counts, and dey are all on dat Atkins food plan, hey?
Am I gettin hosed for missin "da big one" dey still call POR? Maybe I will be back next year since dey was runnin at night for most of da rally. Dat's for real men, eh?
And for da Pack, cripes, Curley Lambeau is spinnin faster than one of dem Mazda rotarys after da (beloved) Pack turned down a chance to beat Kansas City. Cripes, I still can't believe it, my beloved Pack at da back this year. What's a guy gonna do, could drive me to drinkin Millers, eh? Who's got a brat?