So it appears that kerrcarto and Paul, were all shitfaced in Galveston when they decided to call me late last Friday night. Now it all makes sense. I was wondering what the fuck they were doing when I listened to their belligerent drunken message early the next morning. I'm glad I was already passed out when they called or I wouldn't have this gem of a voicemail recording to play back for them to remember.
Looks like kerrcarto got a new shirt and Paul's sportin' a new set of balls for his chin. Lookin' sharp you two... ROTFLMFAO!