We had lunch together. I ordered the grilled free range chicken breast, no seasoning, accompanied by the gluten free wine spritzer. I led an agnostic chant thanking the chicken for giving its life for my sustenance and reiterating my support for two male chickens to have the freedom to cluck each other.
FC declined to order from the menu. Instead he bagged a wild bore with his Smith and Wesson, field dressed it with a chainsaw that burns kerosene and grilled it over an open pit fire using endangered animals as kindling, fuk yeah. With lunch he drank his homegrown moonshine affectionately named Barak O-blow-me.
Teehee. Actually, he does the weekday show(s) and I do Saturday so we didn't have the chance. But I think we would have done alright. Who has time to talk politics with all those airplanes around?