Fuck the weather. Back in Nam (Vietnam for you young bucks) Gump and myself would play volleyball with the rain coming in from every damn direct you can think of. Even played once when the rain was coming up from the puddles, but I am still trying to figure that one out.

But anyways, if the weather is bad and you young bucks don't want to play some volleyball, how about a group dinner? Killer will pay I am sure.