
Yup, it's Florida, Part 2,837,785. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Florida is the penis of America and a national castration needs to take place. Having said that, what's the deal here, Neil? Are you like Rubberman or something? That's an impressive inventory you were carrying in the ol' keester there, pal. Thirty items? The prison screws must've needed a backhoe to excavate that thing. By the way, I can understand everything except the lip balm, the receipt and the coupon. WTF? Well maybe the lip balm will come in handy when you're smooching your new roommate, but I'm still a little fuzzy on the paper products. So many questions, so little time....