Here I am now, entertain me ...

No, you may have. It's called "in your dreams."

 

Just remember, I get to wear the pirate eyepatch.

MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!

And, yes, in case you were wondering, I ran out of my meds yesterday and am now, officially out of control ...

 

I guess, if you're dressed up like a pirate, at least you'll have one wooden leg.

 

The good news is, since I get the eyepatch, you get to have the toucan on your shoulder.

 

Nah, I'll give you the bird.

 

I guess we know not to eat at the Detroit airport.

 

Yep ... the whole point is to leave as soon as possible. And don't touch anything, either.

 

The best you can do???

 

At this point in my wretched week of hell? Yes.

 

So I guess this would be a bad time for that Brook Jacoby baseball card to reappear, huh?

 

Sorry to hear that. Mine hasn't all been pale ale and lap dances, either. Kind of a crappy one, actually.

On the other hand, I get to spend two hours in Detroit.

 

Thank you for at least asking first, A_QB.