against Cleveland. (Ha!) What difd we edo to them last time? And the man himself, B.B. King
, is at B.B. King's Blues Club tonight. And now I have to run before someone treies to spoil my beautiful wickedness. As always, I really don't care what you do this week, because I don't even know you. And unless you can get me the job of writing those letters for Dr. Gott, I'm sure I don't want to meet you. Besides, it's time for me to blow this dive and go see if our fearless leader is wearing a cooknskin cap yet while trying to protect us Amuricans.