Speaking of Detroit...

...Fung had the job of watching the truck while Corporal and Ranger brought the stuff down to the truck this weekend for the doc's big move to our nations capital. We wondered whether I'd be exotic enuff to make people cross the street. Quite the opposite. A buncha whiteys (and a darkie) drove up to the truck and stopped. They came out all excited. Why? The truck that Corporal rented had graffiti on the sides and back. And apparently this graffiti was way better than anything from Michigan, where they hailed from. Really? Mebbe they understood what it actually said. I didn't.