Wow, a shout out from the semi-conscious mind of Bishop. You're like Scatman Crothers in The Shining. "Faceblaster's not here, Mrs. Torrance" Hey, as long as you didn't call out my name while she was blowing you in your sleep.

If Lip calls you to book this weekend, skip it. I am booked Sat and Sun for them, and wouldn't want to throw you off your game.

BTW: what the hell is a faceblaster?....sounds pretty self explanatory. Let's call the cuban for a confirmation. "oh my gawd...look at you"

The Romantics: I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're talking in your sleep.