His nickname is “Weed”, and he wants to live near a bar? Beware, Michael. People tend to assume that those who hang around together have the same habits and likes.
“I waved the thing all over the place; practiced ‘til I was blue in the face; I’m a big disgrace to the aborigine race; my boomerang won’t come back.” I haven’t heard that song in decades.
His nickname is “Weed”, and he wants to live near a bar? Beware, Michael. People tend to assume that those who hang around together have the same habits and likes.