As I was sitting down to watch the Michigan game my phone rang. I look and see the caller ID, it appears to be the Frozens. Upon answering the phone I was greeted by rustling sounds and muted voices. Then followed 10 minutes of the Frozens apparently loading up the truck. The occasional "C'mon kids get in", "Hurry up!"
I proceeded to yell various phrases into the phone hoping to be heard, to no avail. I kept waiting to hear "Damn, I'm glad those BobMc folks aren't here, we hate those bastards."
Can TGR please buy Frozen a new phone? One with a keylock.
BobMc
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