Urban to Midnight

Post-Japan Maccers emails from Dallas: "Hey randomly - some guy who took us out to dinner last night invited me to stay on his ranch next time I am in town. He has 3 real cowboys on it. He has like thousands of acres and runs a hedge fund. He said yeah you would love it. We can go out and hunt wild hogs."

Whoa whoa, nice shootin' Tex! Next time point that thing down when talking to a lady. Perhaps the hit/miss ratio is a little less favorable, but I have my own six-gun, six-pack, sixty-niner pick-up line: "You should stay the night and make huevos rancheros for me in the morning. My apartment has at least 3 real cockroaches and thousands of drug-resistant germs. You would love it. We can hunt for toilet paper. I run a blog for a non-profit."