Don’t you love me, Sam? Why no comments as of late?  Don’t you love ukuleles? Don’t you want me to put more dollars in this old beater uke so you can contribute to your UAS? Do you not see that there are like – four dollars inside? C’mon, Sam. In your honor, everyone who eggs you on today will earn you…… fifty cents toward the fund. Let’s hear it for Sam, everybody!

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I hereby throw eggs on Sam. Oh, wait… “eggs you on”… not “eggs on you”…
HA!
Sheesh, Sam, what’s wrong with you? It’s not like you’re a teacher and this is the beginning of a new school year and you’re crazy busy or something…oh, wait…
Actually, Sam has been working (I know hear me out.) to get his house ready to show to a potential buyer on Sunday. The only problem is I mis-understood the realitor and they came yesterday…Oops! Dozens of totes and boxes piled in the living room and a mess of 260,00+ Lego all over mixed with cat hairballs in the basement. Not good. (There are no hidden codes in this message.)
Cousin Sam also needs to post a profile over at http://www.1988saints.com. Which we should probably change to to http://www.1088saintsand1989andanyoneelse.com.
You’re going to have to make it financially worth my while.
I do not like green ones, sorry ‘mam,
I do not them, Sam I am.
I do not like them folded up,
I do not like them with a pup,
I do not like them in a uke,
I do not like them, I’m gonna puke,
I do not like them, on a camel,
I do not like them, with Mark Hamill,
I do not like green ones, sorry ‘mam,
I do not like them, Sam I am.
(Cousin Sam—what’s wrong with you? It’s free cash for crying out loud, and we all love your comments, so get on board will ya’? Get your priorities straight.
Lauren your NATURAL reaction may be a fluke.
If it is don’t fret everything is coming up rosewood.
I better get tenor twelve miles away.
Wink wink.