BG is late coming to the party.
He is welcome nonetheless, it wasn't too exciting up until now.
Wilomn looks forward to BG doing a song and dance routine. He has heard that BG, big though he is, is quite light on his oversized bootstuffers and not unlike a Drunken Wildebeast with his fanicfied footwork.
BG, as always (he's fast becoming my hero as I have misplaced my favorite hairball, the one that talked with a Japanese accent) is correct that there is something not quite right, perhaps even a tad more than the leeetle he suspects, rightly so, of course, is wrong.








