those little banditos absconded with a whole 25lb bag of friskies, a quart of homemade gin and the keys to my 1987 Renault Turbo Fuego. they're probably half way to Juarez to meet Little King Trashmouth and El Diablo and live the high life at The Victory Club for the rest of their days.
or at least until the fling. i hope they come back, because i'll need help unloading all the parts!
