it’s all so weird… and random… at least Wad is going with you whenever you get the cash from this dude.

Don’t ask why I’m up at 3:09 a.m. in the morning....

I can not sleep.  I wonder why????

Personally, I’d send Wad alone.  Not that I would want Wad to get hurt exchanging large quantities of cash in a dark alley… he’s a big boy and can take care of himself pretty well as I remember, but like I said before, there’s already enough drama.

Though I could see how you might benefit from the cash infusion.

So, basically, go on, take the money and run (thank you, Steve Miller).

Or, if you want to be truly wicked, you could introduce DtRto RtHPD…

Shuddering to think what my moniker might be,
Dix

Wad suggested that Wad go only because Wad wouldn’t like to see bad things happen to Broad at the hands of anyone but Wad....

And Dix? CtRHB.. or CtRHCB....

Narf.

I’m kinda with Dix on this one.  It’s just a little weird, and I would hope that by repaying you the money, DtR wouldn’t feel like he is absolving himself of any past sins.

Or even better, have Wad go with you, and refuse to talk or acknowledge DtR.  Have Wad deal with the shithead. (sorry wad)

Send me. He will know fear.

I was waiting for you to weigh in on all this, Ogger. You’ve been quiet as of late.

I’ll face him—I mean, there’s nothing he can or will do to me now that I won’t fuck him up over—but I won’t go alone. And between Wad, Og and another buddy of mine who’s a bad mofo when he has to be, I’ll be well protected. But yeah, I’m as perplexed about this as anyone, not to mention entirely skeptical until I have the money in hand.

Either I’m interpreting my Wad-given moniker incorrectly, or someone’s holding a grudge…

And Broad, make sure the guys are all carrying one of these.

Pigs are filthy animals,
Dix

As broad knows, I’m a pussycat around people I like.

Nobody crosses me, nor brings harm upon folks I like and care for. Nobody.

OTOH, if the guy wants to bury the hatchet, so to speak, and chooses to be civil, give him his due. Like Reagan said; trust, but verify.

Still: sounds like he’s already earned some whoopass he hasn’t collected yet, perhaps we should inform him of the error of his ways. Be interesting to see if he’ll grovel for forgiveness.  You could have a good deal of fun with this. “if you’re really sorry, you’ll run naked through Southlake mall with a live lobster pinched on your wiener” or “here. Insert this monster black party utensil into your nether regions and leave it there for the next 24 hours”. Perhaps even “pierce your frenulum and put this 2 lb padlock in the hole for a week, if you’re really contrite”

but then, I’m a natural born sadist.

And, I’ve been out of town. WAY out of town. And you need a lube job, Broad.

Get your mind outa the gutter, wad. I’m talking about her car.

I was just thinking about the lube job myself. Could hook up this weekend.

I like it. Call me.

Why is it when people mention LUBE, they assume Wad’s mind will descend into the dark stinky nether-regions?

S’not like it’s a bad thing or anything.