The grand old bastards of the west may have its eyeballs on a glassy lid, but there is no denying the fact that the latest incarnation is a bloody good time. So much so that I took a swig from the bottle to count it out. It was one of the best night’s out I have had since the early days. That’s a long haul, so a night on the town was the order of the day. Oh, and the gimmies aren’t that bad. Besides the aforementioned aforementioned es, the hounds a feisty. The aforementioned sexting may have been a major factor in my aforementioned aforementioned escapades.