Just got this text from DonDon:

Man, it's awful over here. Me and Nessa gave up on the fishing and pulled into a little cove for some alone time. The wind got up and blew Nessa's britches away and my shirt and socks too. Just about that time, Bigger pulls up on us to borrow some minnows. Well, that caused such a rucuss that Feelay came running around the bend to see what the matter was and started laughing so hard he fell out of the boat knocking Bigger's borrowed minners in with him. So, here I sit, half nekkid cause I had to give my pants to Nessa, no minnows, no fish, no clue and I'm in the dog house cause Nessa, Bigger and Feelay say it's all my fault. But I'm just 100% sure I'm gonna win on Saturday. Gotta run now, Sat just pulled up to the shore line and is hollerin' at me. Can't make out anything but the cuss words. Better go see what he wants.



Yeah, I know. He's really good with that text messaging ain't he. Weird how he spells better with a phone too.

Wannabe...