HEY!!!!! Moving down here was not my choice. I'm a yankee in dixie and stranded to boot. While I don't regret some things, I miss actual snow. I'll reform when I get 6 feet of that beautiful white powder on the yard for Christmas. As for beer bitch, I don't like beer. I prefer shots. Scotz, if you don't mind coming down to Murfreesboro, I'd much rather meet up down here. Less streets to get lost on. (Yeah I got lost going home from Pagan)

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf