Gus Fring left me some Pollos Hermanos coupons in his will.
Or we can eat somewhere else.
Gonna be me and number one Jass son tonight. Momma Jass and Jass no. 2 will be at Cub Scout camp out–-where I will be tomorry night.
Roadhouse, mebbie? Or Harvey’s?
I say so because I can ride my bicycle there. Lady will be slightly late, will drive from important meeting to the restaurant. I would like to ride my bicyle this afternoon but I must wait to see if a very important rock and roll star will talk to me. So I will ride bike later, to Harvey’s.
GUS IS DEAD??
So sez me!
So sez he,
The man they call
The Fartin’ Tree
Richard’s taking a nap. I was just entertained by Mr. Awesome running around the house because there was an address label stuck to his leg. My kind of Friday afternoon….
I will burn fossil fuels to drive myself to Harvey’s. I will not be burning any hidden underground meth labs, however.
We will be there.
Y’all can come over to our house afters if you want.