It sure was cruel of you Daddy to leave Messy Bonnie Raitt waiting for half the day on the corner of Grand Street with her little bag packed with essentials -Drum tobacco and Thunderbird and some oxys- thinking you were gonna live up to your promise and whisk her away to Ptown! I gave her train fare to Coney. She seemed fine. But just as a warning for when you get back in to town and find some upchuck on the decks at Crobar.
And did you give my message to Ms. Miller?
Say hi to Casanova. We know what real dog gonna be gettin some up there.