Looks like ingwe and I have successfully lured Pugs into our trap. For a week or so in August, he'll escape that cramped, tree-infested Land of Mary for some real breathing room.
Right into our clutches, BWA-HA-ha ha ha.
But I'll miss Maryland in August where we say it's hot but it's a moist heat.
This is going to be great and if there is one thing Tailhook taught me in 1991 NO CAMERAS. The turdlike images would scar most of the folks here.
