Randolph Walter German; phony Marine, POW & Vietnam Vet
I hijacked this from Scotty’s house about Randy German who claims that he’s a weapons expert and a sniper. According to Scotty, his awards span over 33 years of service, yet he has one service stripe. I guess the other 10 stripes would make his uniform look crowded and draw attention from his ribbons. But those are a lot of ribbons, for someone who spent three years as a cook, when he wasn’t serving a sentence after a summary court martial;
The Marines differ somewhat with Randy on how many ribbons he has;
Scotty writes;
He claims to be a Marine Corps sniper and weapons expert, yet wears a first award expert rifle badge and pistol sharpshooter badge and none of the devices I would expect to see on the uniform of a career sniper or Recon Marine, including jump wings or dive bubble. As I mentioned, he wears the POW Medal, yet appears in no POW registry I can find. He wears the extremely rare Navy Marine Corps Medal, typically awarded for noncombat lifesaving. And through his many private messages bragged excessively about his Marine Corps service
His defense is that Mary pasted his name into someone else’s records, because, you know, Mary isn’t busy enough that she has to make up phony records. But, there’s more at Scotty’s place. You should click over because he makes up dead wives and pretends that he’s really the “Saluting Marine”.
Category: Phony soldiers
Shrap-nel, greive for Hondo. He will do so, too and find a goosenest to babysit so that he can tell the baby geese/goslings of his feelings. A soulful guy.
Ex-PH2: Yeah. Right.
Ain’t ye a wee bit auld to be a believin’ in leprechauns, lass? (smile)
Hondo, you lying two faced…(cries)
Ohhhhh!
Sharn L: And aren’t ye a wee bit auld to be believin’ in leprechauns as well, laddie? (smile)
Sharp-nel, great books on writing: “If You Want To Write” (Brenda Ueland); How to Write a Damn Good Novel (James Frey); The Writer’s Journey (Chris Vogler); Zen and the Art of Archery.
Fare thee well, for now, sweet prince, I must to my keyboard and my invisible people.
Hondo, I was only saying what Green Thumb would probably say about you: a soulful guy. The rest is the byproduct of too much caffeine and my struggle with words, words, words.
@138.
You asked; you get.
Turd.
Ex, my formatting peeps are at matt@ebookpartnership.com
English company, but they can get you on about nine ebook outlets, do cover designs, and upload the stuff within about two weeks.
That aside, Sunday morning here, and I gots a story for ya.
My Karate teacher in England, Mike, long since passed, was also in the air force. Whilst in training, his instructor asked, “Would you take your mother into the Corporal’s club?”
Mike: “My mother’s dead.”
Instructor: “Oh, that’s alright, you don’t have to answer the question.”
Mike: “No, no, it’s alright, I’d like to answer the question, please ask me again.”
Instructor: “Okay, would you take your mother into the Corporal’s club?”
Mike: “Yes, but I don’t think her coffin would fit through the door.”
On another note, greatest dialogue ever, ‘The Big Hit’, when China Chow reads the randsom note
“Father, I have been abduct…I am fine for now, but if you do not send the SUN of one million DOOLERS, I wil not be for lorring!”
Take care, Jas.
Hondo Civic, bro, on topic for you.
There are two more sites I know of about fakes, one being Veriseal, the other is something like phony marine sniper.
Off topic, why have you suddenly become an Irish pirate?
Oh, and on the Beavis and Butthead issue, I ask you which episode featured the hippy ripper? And furthermore, how did Butthead try to cheat the lie detector?
Bring it on!
Jas.
Sharn, my friend, I have spent the day glued to my keyboard, cranking out copy, but have examined the site you provided. I committed type to 5 pages this afternoon and am far too pleased with myself for doing so.
Nosing around on links provided therein, I found this blog on self-publishing http://davidgaughran.wordpress.com/
and am forwarding same to you.
Also saw a ‘hot’ lifeguard with a puppy advertising Sauzablue Vodka on that page. Viewed same so many times my eyes nearly fell out of my head. Oh, well, Prince Charming was not housebroken, after all, and men who run around in red boxer shorts advertising adult beverages may require housetraining.
But I digress…. where was I? Oh, yeah. Publishing is rapidly changing, and I think it was long overdue, but that’s fine with me. On a side note, Indieaisle has all electronic formats, including Kindle, available and charges a very modest fee for their usage. On the other hand, you have to do all your own editing and artwork, but I’ve been down that road before and have no issues with it. I have to go the cheap route for now.
Mae West had wonderful lines. I love quoting her: Why don’t you come up and see me some time. Come up Wednesday night. That’s amateur night.
Oh, yeah, I’ve also explored the Indepdendat Authors Network and the Alliance of Independent Authors. The more you explore, the more you find out.
Cheers, and pleasant dreams.
Oh, dear me. I should never try to type in my sleep.
“Indepdendat” should be “independent”. Gackkkk!
Ex, thanks for the info sweetpea.
If you want to see men in red swimwear, check out SNL where Adam Sandler and the late Chris Farley do a skit about Shmitt’s Gay, a beer (for men of a certain persuasion).
Best tagline in a film ever, from Killer Clowns From Outer Space: ‘In space, no one can eat icecream!’
The best line that has ever been writen, I believe, is in Addicted to Love, 1997, when the French dude leans out of the window as his things are being reposesed, and yells, “You son of ahh!”
On topic for Hondo CBR 250cc (best bike ever, had one, cries, now I’ve got a scooter)…
When I joined the Air Force, we had to have a photo taken in the studio photo sense, no choice. We all had DMP’s on, (disruptive pattern material/ camoflauge) uniforms, with some tape on our chest with our last name, and last three numbers. So, as always, I get picked out first, have the pic taken, no problem. Meanwhile, everyone else has removed the tape, and the red plastic thing from behind their cap badges. Once finished, I said, “Why are you doing that?” The reply: “Because I want to look like I’m in the Air Force.”
Randolphino is a fake, and a daft old git baby, but when you’re nineteen, and telling people you’re in the SAS, a pilot, or that kind of rubbish, you is gots issues.
I have NEVER met a fake aircraft mechanic, and my wife told me why, quote, “Jas, because they couldn’t answer the questions.”
Take care, and happy writing, Jas.
(This one is dedicated to Hondo, as he has some nerve, to challenge the Sharn!)
Hey guys, just picked this s**t up on Yootoob, Prezidenshal debate! Rando is up for a place in the Casa Blanca!
Host: “Welcome to the honorable…”
Randolph: “Back in sixty two, my dad was a carpet fitter…”
Host: “Err, gentlemen…”
Hondolisa Rice: “Yes, there was a memo about certain persons, from an English background making threats to blow up a balloon at a party…”
Host: “Let’s have a few questions on Beavis and Butthead…”
Randolph: “I wanna talk about WEALTH care, not some…”
Host: “Err, we have a question from the audience…Lionel Richie produced a song, Dancing on the Ceiling…”
Randolph: (Twitches violently) “You want the ROOF? You can’t HANDLE the roof!”
Hondolisa Rice: “I didn’t know s**t biatch!”
Host: “Err, Randolph, mister…German… holy ****, your name is German?! Back in the day you Commie pinko…”
Randolph: “So I get this young deer trapped in a thicket…oohhh, and if I said I’d got him my crosshairs, Hondolisa would know what I mean.”
Host: “And your thoughts on bank bailouts?”
Hondolisa Rice: “I read the memo, but what the (deleted due to sexual content, Ku Klux Klan refernces) have I ever done wrong?!”
Randolph: “I fear that we are sending a clear message to the Soviet block, with regard to their continued occupation of…”
Hondolisa Rice: “Biatch, shut the **** up!”
Host: “And, (coughs) turning to the second ammenment…”
Randolph: “I would ban a s**t load of guns, (hiccups) but not the Gatlin’…best piece a hardware we ever had for mowin’ down them protesters, and the like.”
Hondolisa Rice: “I had a memo explaining the cyclic rate of that weapon in my late aunt…err…Mona’s bottom draw, but, getting back to the issue at hand…Randolph may well have had three medals of honor, saved a number of the people he gave food poisoning to over a three year period…”
Randolph: (Adopts Richard Nixon accent) “I’m not a COOK!”
They pulled the plug on that one guys. Corporate assholes!
Sharnell Ludgrow (Black Powder Enthusiast Retired)
Charmin’ Sharn-el, dear companion on the Long Road to obliviousness:
I am inspired by your acerbic wit and willingness to go completely outside the bounds of bad taste. I am about to embark on a epic journey of impossibly offensive prosse involving the use of imaginary weapons of crap-weasel destruction.
I hope you will bear with me, as I sink into this pit of fire. I’m out of Napoleon cognac and cigars, but I can offer some stale bread, moldy cheeses and uncooked long pastas.
The adventure… uh, continues. Yeah, that’s it!
Breakfast!!!
Oh, yeah, I’ve never met anyone who falsely claimed to be a PH (Photgrapher’s Mate), or a JO (Journalist), despite the fact that PHs and JOs during the Vietnam war were routinely assigned to Combat Camera Groups to cover that episode for the Navy and Marines, as well as the Army’s cameramen, and were in as much danger as the medics/corpsmen and men with weapons.
I guess it just was not GLAMOROUS enough for the fakers. And they don’t know anything about photo chemistry, anyway.
Ex, my wide angle lens babe, I is up and about, blood all over my jim jams, as my son kept sticking his finger up my nose whilst I was in a drunken slumber, and Sharn is ready to go back to the Presidential debates…or is he?
Off topic, promotion of ebooks, where should I go Doodlyboobly?
Jas.
Ah, ya lost me on that very last word, Sharp’s L-man-the-rifles. Doodlyboobly?
Oh, well.
Hey guy, just bounced a signal off a statalite even NASA don’t know it even has! Check out this Yalltube feed!
Host: “And Representative German, (giggles) Ger…the current situation regarding…(to self) s**t, German…the current situation in the African states of the Northern…”
Randolph: “Sceamin’ Meemies we called ’em back when they was flyin’ over our heads, out in the field when we was, err…takin’ out the…”
Hondolisa Rice: “Trash?”
Randolph: “The external insurgents, you green leftist Commie pinko…”
Hondolisa Rice: “You was gonna say biatch weren’t ya?”
Randolph: (Burps) “And as the late Frank Santayana once said…”
Hondolisa Rice: “MY WAY was s**t!”
Host: “Another question from the, err audience on the issue of Bin Laden.”
(This is my mom, wearin some funny lookin’ Arabionistic s**t. Cool!)
Audience Member: “I heard that the fellow…the dude, sorry, who is representing the party who wants to transport all of the people who ain’t from New Hampton, back to…”
Randolph: “In sixty three, or seven, we woulda fragged your ass! I was up to my neck in a cage full of muddy, snake infested water…sure, there were a few nice oil paintin’s.”
Host: (Clears throat) “So what is the solution, in your minds, to the problem with internet trolling?”
Hondolisa Rice: “Type O’s.”
Randolph: “As a veteran of the Myon Yang battle, I can say that trolling should be limited. It is a form of art, in a way…holy (deleated due to content) whoo, who this Welsh Corgie belong to?”
Host: “Randolph, what are you doing…”
Hondolisa Rice: “Send me a memo later.”
Host: “Security…animal protection…”
Hu, then them corporate azzholes stop the debate because my man get all smoochy with a little poochy.
What is this world comin’ too?
Sharnell Ludgrow (Billy the Kid’s Mentor Retired)
Sorry Ex, just a love token to keep Hondo guessing about us.
I gots the vino blanc out now, so cheers, Jas.
Hondo, where art thou, biatch?
Kindest possible regards, Jas.
Hondo is busy in his own corner of the world, Sharn-el. I think he’s afraid of you.
And I am creating classic prosse (prose) of my own.
Ex, what is my Irish pirate gots to be scared of?
I’ve got some stuff to send you if you contact me at tiresum69@gmail.com, then I’ll send you the real address.
Dearest heart, the internet is a cespool, but you my love, are the lifeguard who only has to throw the rope to get the job done.
Take care, never use adverbs in dialogue attribution, and sleep well my Juliet.
Take care, Jas.
I’ve been here off and on, Sharn L. With one exception, I simply haven’t seen anything above I felt merited a response. Were you expecting a reply?
The one exception – while I’m somewhat familiar with “Beavis and Butthead”, I’m not a world-class expert on them. From the above, however, it sounds like you might be intimately familiar with them.
Nothing wrong with that. How you spend your free time is your business. (smile)
Shrap-nel, old sharmu, dear fellow, sorry to be gone all day, but I’m embedded with my characters and the need to shout ‘Molon labe, you S.O.B.’ from my rooftop.
I will send more later. My yard needs mowing. The sheep have gone on strike.
Hondo, you feel there is nothing worth replying to?
Oh my, you are about to have a triangle relationship with Randolph, and a Lemon Shark, which loses an entire set of teeth every 7-8 days, whilst regrowing a new set. The pool you share together is filled with warm custard, a waitress with thick arm hair serves you cocktails from a shoe once worn by a man named Bernard, who got athlete’s foot from O.J Simpson at a tanning salon located next to a lawyer’s office…
Kindest possible regards, Jas.
I’m in the middle of chapter 8. The bad guys are crazier than a rabid water buffalo. The thick plottens. It ain’t over yet.
Ex, I will have to exit stage left for now. Loved being here, but the cover design for the next book calleth. You can find me at the address above any time you wish, and we can chat.
Take care, Jas.
Holy **** guys, whoa! Check this out, bounced it off a Samoan satelite, unbelievable!
SB: “And in the studio with us again, since being released on parole after the Dachshund incident, Randy the tunnel man…”
RD: “I’m only comin’ on…”
SB: “To anythin’ with four legs, an’ a tail.” (Laughs)
RD: “I was gonna say…I’m only comin’ on your show to say, once an’ for all that I know what I did was wrong.”
SB: “Hey Rand, it was just a few Poodles, and a…”
RD: “The Rottwieler done almost bit my (deleated due to content) off!”
SB: (Clears throat) “So Ranolino, the word is you’ve got a new book coming out, right?”
RD: “Where dya hear that? (Hiccups, then burps)
SB: (Lowers voice) “S**t Rand, we talked about this before.”
RD: “Yeah, so back in the Chon Pok Valley, I was pinned down by a sniper usin’ a crossbow with poison tipped darts…”
SB: (Laughs) “King Arthur, thy steed doth await.”
RD: (Burps) “I get this guy right where I want him…”
SB: (Laughs) “In a cheap hotel, late at night, with a copy of a Jay Leno interview involving…”
RD: (Breaks down) “I shoulda taken it.”
SB: “The plea deal for the incident with the Greyhound?”
RD: “No, (weeps) I shoulda taken the bullet for the President…I was there…right there…”
SB: “Right where? I’ve seen all of the footage of the President’s assassination…”
RD: “I was right there, (cries) posin’ as a hotdog man…I ran straight over…didn’t even drop the damned ketchup or mustard bottles…damn, I shoulda taken that bullet through my OWN head.”
SB: (Laughs) “So Randy, err, you been playin’ much golf lately?”
RD: (Double click, cries) “I shoulda taken that bullet…”
SB: (Laughs, starts singing) “Oh the hotdog man gonna squeeze off a round, squeeze off a round, squeeze off a round…”
BANG!
SB: “Randy?”
(Beep, beep, beep)
Guys, this asshole drove a true hero to his darth, SOB!
Rest in piece Randy, Sharnell Ludgrow, (Troll Retired)
OH, thou art back in style, Sharmu-el Gallante! Glad you survived your encounter with the cover art. That can be viscous. Had me worried there for a bit.
I’m simply stuck trying to decide where the money went and I think Dougie’s hidden some of it in his Big & Tall suit jacket lining. I’ll have to follow his oversized trail.
Ex, if you want your character to hide something in his jacket, try gold sovereigns (?) stitched into the lining, or diamonds in a bottle of water.
Happy writing, Jas.
Yes, Sharn-L, oh great and powerful Oz of all Ozzess, I did consider the kruegerrands in the soles of his oversized shoes, and diamond-encrusted this and that, too, but he’s afraid of a lot of things including (name your clever idea) and thinks the ad that says “2 people are spying on you right now” means they actually are spying on him.
I was thinking of borrowing/using the stolen cash device from “Quick Change” where the thieves tape the cash to themselves under their clothing before they go to the airport. That would account for his need for Big & Tall suits. His size changes with the money he removes from the walls behind the pictures in his office. It was a device also used in “Mad Money”, which was about employees stealing paper currency from a Federal Reserve Bank before it’s shredded and destroyed, and hiding it in their clothing as they leave work, then hiding it in the freezer at a local bar. It’s real money, it’s spendable, and no one can prove they stole it, until they forget about the bank rule: never deposit more than $9000 at one time. The IRS is watching. And always remember that part about not reporting income.
This villain also has a yacht that no one is allowed to visit, and is constantly having remodeling work done in his office. Both of these are perfect places to hide cash money gained through selling stolen commodities on the commodities market, instead of transferring the money to ‘hidden’ bank accounts in the Bahamas and South Africa. There are also safe deposit boxes, shoe boxes, and oil drums. Something along the lines of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Purloined Letter”.
The krugerrands are what Vulva Doom would go for, because she’s eogcentric and a bit thick.
Ex, why does the dude need to have paper money baby?
What if he’s got microchips which can shut down the internet ala President Obama’s ‘Kill Switch’?
The Chinese want to get their hands on that stuff, and theyzz got the payolla!
Don’t go for the cliche baby. Big coat is too Raymond Chandler. This dude needs to be high up in the food chain.
Still drinkin’, still thinkin’, Jas.
Oh my god in a hand basket! Randy is still alive, and back on the air with S**tstorm Bob! Mirikles happen. Hooragh!
SB: “Rando, you there?”
RD: “I’m here…damn gas cooker just blowed up…s**t!”
SB: “Are you hurt?”
RD: (Hiccups) “Only in my heart, for the Song Bong shootin’ when we charged up the hill with some supplies for a unit that was starvin’…err, outa ammo.”
SB: “So the shooting happened…”
RD: “We just come up to the ridge, hotdog buns droppin’ everywheres, err, ammo crates…and this sniper takes out my ketchup man…err, my point man.” (Belches)
SB: “I feel your pain Randy, and his…I was there.”
RD: “You was there…bulls**t! I didn’t see your ass there!”
SB: “You weren’t supposed to…I was a sniper, up on that hill.”
RD: “You (deleted due to content) shot barbecue Bill?!”
SB: (Laughs) “No choice, sum bitch forgot the onions!”
Randy sure smoked out that commie pinko! Hoojaah!
Sharnell Ludgrow (Navy SEAL’s Surfboard Waxer Retired)
Ex my dear, got it! I read something about the most expensive houses in the world, somewhere. You talk about the constant redecorating, etc. One house is inlayed throughout with gold.
But…it’s painted over with the most beautiful Mural…
Write well, and, oh dear me, (hiccups) still drinkin’ and, agghh falls over.
Jas.
Hondo, old chap.
In the Hippy Ripper episode, Butthead thought that if he held his breath, he could pass the lie detector test.
Miss you dadio, please write something, anything…even if it’s about old Rando and me in quicksand, and the only person there to save us is a meth addict who likes to talk to his immaginary dog, Bobo.
Take care dude, Jas.
You’re right. He’s a congressman. He hates his Admiral father, the Chief of Naval Operations and wants to shut down the military. He’s got a senator in his pocket for his corrupt little scheme. He’s threatening to expose him for groping women and men in the hallways of Congress. The senator is the head of the military finance committee. But our fatboy has been making money from hijacking oil tankers, stealing their oily cargo, and selling it on foreign commodities markets through a pseudo account. He’s afraid of the internet and banks (accounts are ‘watched’ by the IRS) so he takes all of his sales as foreign currency, trades in that and takes the cash out of his trading account and just hides it. And he never, ever cheats on his taxes. He’s more convoluted than a yard of corduroy. He hides his cash in shipping containers, the remodeled walls of his office, the hull of his yacht – which he bought with the money he made using his big fat inheritance from his big fat mother to crank up a personal fortune that means absolutely nothing to him, unless he can use it to ruin his father and everything related to him. And the big coat is less Raymond Chandler (I love his stuff) than Rodney Dangerfield: he comes to his office looking like a blimp, goes into the closet and shuts the door, and then leaves the closet looking like he’s lost 150 pounds. But, and I use that word lightly, he isn’t the point of the book, he’s the idiot villain of the piece, because piling up all that cash is meaningless unless he can use it to shut down the entire military system, so that Daddy, who would not pull strings to get him out of trouble when he got caught stealing cars much earlier in life, is out of a job for good and broke too boot. But it’s his Daddy who sends our heroines and heroes in to stop this nefarious plotnik in his fat, flabby tracks. This book may be too short. I’ll… Read more »
Ex-PH2: enough coins in a jacket lining (or pocket) will also set off a metal detector, too. And gold’s heavy.
Sharn L: thanks. Figured your guy would show back up alive.
After all, LT Hunter (SWAT) on Hill Street Blues showed up after it looked like he was about to off himself at the end of one episode (he was raising a gun to his own head after experiencing some minor failure he feared would “shame him”). In fact, if I recall correctly he showed up at the beginning of the next episode – with a bandaged ear. (smile)
Wasn’t Hunter a character bordering on something just below our resident looney, ShOrTbUsPaTroL41? Or am I confusing hime with someone else?
I wish they’d bring back “Hill Street Blues” and “Mike Hammer”.
Sorry about the typos. My fingers can’t type this morning. I was up late last night. Rough night on the tiles.
Hondo baby, I used to watch Hill Street Blues as a darling child, as we had it in dear old England. Question dude, who was the head of the SWAT team, no cheating, the actor’s name?
Yoozz is not off the hook yet!
Take care bro, Jas.
Ex my dear, you seem to have drifted off into Sidney Sheldon terratory. Keep it cold, use fragments, think of Hondo naked on a cold day. Live the character, and as Steven King says, they’ll walk off the page.
I’ve spent the last five months sleeping on the sofa, in the freezing cold, no word of a lie, to write a story about homeless people, and drank from the morning.
If the charachter is a fat slob, you talk like a politician who looks like he just fell into a barrell of oil, and came out wearing a brand new suit.
Plotting is a mistake my dear miss, as if you become that character…whoopadie doo!
Get back to the keyboard, sleep, drink, and take care, Jas.
Contact me any time at: jasonbruce1969@gmail.com
Actor was James B. Sikking. Character was Howard Hunter.
Yeah, I looked it up. I don’t generally commit trivia like that to memory any more unless it’s something I use often. And I always fact-check my memory when possible.
Hondo, you is a sick puppy.
I’m going to write another Rando thing about him on Gordan Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares, but you have to decide where old Randy has set up his place, and err, fails to impress.
Soup kitchen, middle of Vegas, your call dadio.
Take care, Jas.
Soup kitchen. Just off the Vegas strip.
Try not to get the cast of CSI involved. (smile)
Hondo, I hate you!
And if you’d given me the kitchen of the Excalibur, I might have a clue (almost got shot there by a security guard once).
Okay, just for you, soup kitchen it is.
But…you are involved…deal?
Cheers dadio, Jas.
Hey fellas and whatever, Ranolino got hisself on the tube! S**tstorm Bob is on the air, and doin’ a new series on the best kweezine you could ask for in the field!
SB: “Hi to our viewers out in…”
RD: “You wanna complain about the seasoning?! You son of a…when I came back from Nam they only fed us water!”
SB: “We’re just off the strip in Las Vegas, (to self) for no apparent reason…with Randy, his new mobile catering business set up to help veterans…”
RD: “That’s two dollars you son of a…”
SB: “Err, a soup kitchen…”
RD: “Soup was all we had in them prisoner of war camps…and them sum bitches only gave us lobster or steak once a week, (breaks down) ohh, Billy…”
SB: “Billy was the name of the lobster?”
RD: “Heck no, (cries) he was the little guard who used to give us food in exchange for certain favors…we used to call him Hondo…don’t know why…”
SB: “So you set out to help the vets, like yourself…”
RD: “Meals ready to eat, all we had in the field…duck pate, Caviar, roast beef in some kinda sauce…”
SB: “So, err, your, err, catering franchise…”
RD: (Coughs up copius ammounts of phleghm, some of which goes into the soup) “This is just the start…feedin’ the family as ya might say.”
SB: “So you’re feeding the family in what way? What’s in the soup?”
RD: (Stirs soup and smiles) “Little Hondo.”
Coolest thing ever on TV guys, Sharnell Ludgrow (Tax Exile Retired)
Shameless: watch for a carrier pigeon. Stop pickin’ on Gordon (F-Word) Ramsay. He wept when his pigs were killed. The turkeys – not so much.
Hondo naked on a cold day?
No, too easy: Hondo naked on an ice floe surrounded by hungry orcas.
Hondo is my biatch now Ex, me and youzz is THROUGH!!!
Love, Jas.
Ex, baby, you choose, Hondo sleeps with Paris Hilton, or Randolph has a good old time with Hondo in a barn?
Flip that coin baby!
Happy thinking, Jas.