Speaking of Impaler, after the hotel bartender learned about our group she would grab Impaler's ribs every chance she had just to watch him jump to the ceiling.![]()
LMAO....between that and Classy scaring the crap out of me with her car's panic button everytime we walked by it, I jumped more that weekend than an ice cube in a deep fryer..... 😛

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Of course, I couldn't leave it at that. I responded with equally fake contrition as I hung my head in shame. Then, we all just cracked up.



