The motherfucker calls my celly this afternoon and pretends to be a dude looking for someone to investigate a ghost or haunting. Well, the way it went down was like this: He wanted me to investigate a suspected ghost in his pants. Now why in the hail would a grown motherfuckin man want another grown motherfuckin man in his goddamn pants? Can you answer me that, Ricky.....I mean....Ricki? Later, QD.