Bay Bud
fat old guy
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- May 4, 2011
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ah, the joys of two old men on the phone and neither one knows who they're talking to...
so i'm outside about an hour ago trying to sweat out some of the beer i drank last night -- gary p. nunn was his usual great self -- and my cell rings. i recognize the area code as florida and just assume it's bread ringing me up. i answer and the voice is familiar, the caller starts off with something like, "hey you old bastard, how's it going?"
about 15 seconds into the conversation the caller says, "oh damn, willie bee, i thought i was calling my brother willie." which is a bit strange since i wasn't aware bread had a brother, much less one named willie.
but we talk for another couple of minutes and i bring up gamelive to which the caller says he doesn't really get around there much. my brain kicks in, and i recognize that i'm talking to happy boy, not bread.
happy boy sends his regards and says he'll try to get back to the site once football cranks up.
so i'm outside about an hour ago trying to sweat out some of the beer i drank last night -- gary p. nunn was his usual great self -- and my cell rings. i recognize the area code as florida and just assume it's bread ringing me up. i answer and the voice is familiar, the caller starts off with something like, "hey you old bastard, how's it going?"
about 15 seconds into the conversation the caller says, "oh damn, willie bee, i thought i was calling my brother willie." which is a bit strange since i wasn't aware bread had a brother, much less one named willie.
but we talk for another couple of minutes and i bring up gamelive to which the caller says he doesn't really get around there much. my brain kicks in, and i recognize that i'm talking to happy boy, not bread.
happy boy sends his regards and says he'll try to get back to the site once football cranks up.
