Phil...I'm sorry I couldn't make it out to see you last night. Some friend I am. Phil travels all the way to Atlanta and I go to bed at 11:00 instead of hooking up for a beer. Next time you're in town man...no excuses from me. First round is on me.
Also, You might want to select a replacement running back for Riggs. He's d-u-n for the year.
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Just got off the phone with Phil...ouch. I remember coming to Atlanta and staying out with Boner and Cece until 1 or 2 in the morning, even on work nights.
Don't worry, Larry and I are on his poop list too. Apparently we didn't call to remind him that something was due on the 26th. Oops. Jeremy will just figure he had a soccer tournament or something.
Dude...you know James is making that up about 2 am. He's so old he can't stay up past 10:30.
So, did you send Jeremy on a photoshoot with the Brazilian women's soccer team?
You know I don't have room for that pic, what, with all the pics of Amanda, Amanda, Lisa and Cece.
Disclaimer: If any of the aforementioned wives read the above statement you can pretend as if it's not true, it won't hurt my feelings.
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