The masses have been consulted, and no one seems to recall any bickering that would've caused Ed so much stress that he felt he would need a breather.
In all actuality, Ed, even WMC and I have been playing well with each other recently. I even shipped those pulled pork sandwiches to his parent's crib, and they should be waiting for him when he gets back from DeSantisland.
Thanks, Lingustics Czar. There are but two loves in my life. The voodoo conjuring coon ass from Pineville, Louisiana, and a dairy cow that's originally from the -W Ranch.
I'd trade them both in for the Hope Diamond, though. 🤫