Rich woke me up this morning at 4:45 shouting something about how his grandma never let him sleep in. Luckily I didn't see him scantily clad in his "tidy whities" as you mentioned, Dave.
I was however, not amused and threatened to shove an open jar of peanut butter in his face, which from what I hear, would make him hurl last night's cookies. Lucky for him I'm a nice guy and exercised restraint. Next time it's death by peanut butter and I keep his Indian!
