Herman, Mr. Scratchy;
What's up? It's just after 10pm EST here, and I seem to have gotten an attack of right side scratchy. Leads me to ask, how are you doing tonight?
I imagine you checking in maybe tired from a long day at work. Sweating maybe? A few glasses of bourbon on the menu? Dressed in only a pair of faded track pants.
Mind the seagulls. Yeah, another of those pointless things that popped into my mind as I was typing and thought, what the hell add it.
Okay Herman, try not to laugh too hard or you might choke on your drink. And of course, hope I lightened your evening.