Matt got the job done OK, but he wasn't real sharp. He had to throw a lot of pitches.

We walked around in the cold and mist and rain. He was like a kid in the candy store. It brought back great memories.

We're just a small-town drugstore,

There is a taint over their selection.

It was like somebody did a burnout on the bottom of your clubs.

I think it's a dangerous first step. What's next? Car dealers? Constables?