Me: Stretch, there seems to be some dirt in the fuel line.

Stretch: I hate it when that happens.

Me: I'm a honorable and loyal man, and I hate it when I receive Hate Mail from someone I once considered to be a friend.

Stretch: Play her the song.

Me: OK...that is why you're my best friend...you dog you.

This is for you Bitch...you are Pretty Fucked Up

Right, wrong, or indifferent...I remember everything.