That’s better, but I’m sorry to have defamed one of my favorite animals—the precious warthog. I meant to equate Tim to a wildebeest, the stupidest animal I’ve ever observed on all of my trips to Africa. (We called them “lion food.” And note that that male wildebeest is being killed by a lioness.) So, Mr. Wildebeest, where’s my $60. Ranch Up! IJS.
Ranch Up? Me? You Ranch Up and out of here. Dude, all you had to say was: “She’s a colleague.” Nobody cares about our former sexual relationship, which by the way, didn’t have enough ranch to Ranch Up. IJS.