Not on our watch

Au contraire young Greg!

This “I don’t think I’m feeling so good today” is getting incredibly tiresome, so it’s time to set the record straight on where this is all going to end up.

First, here’s just a little reminder that I sat in the airport for 36 hours waiting out a weather delay to make sure I got to your wedding, then with 100 of your closest friends sweated through the blast-furnace heat that was your mid-summer backyard nuptials – all in a black suit no less – in order to make you and your bride the happy campers that you were.

So don’t think for a second that you are going anywhere until I have decided you have repaid that debt in full.

So, my boy, all of this sick nonsense is no longer your decision to make. Myself, the New Yorkers, the Canadians, your family, the incredible Frances Gilbert, and a close personal friend I like to call “we don’t really care what you think plus you’ll get a big time ass whooping if you disagree” have decreed that you are soon to be going nowhere but home to your TV set, to be healthy and happy and loving.

Nuff said? Thought so. Wanker.

Love from,

Everyone who needs you around, including me.

Steve McCormick