Call of the Wild

Imagine my surprise to get a late-night phone call from my maniac German friend
Gunner -- who I thought was still in Cabo San Lucas working as a fishing guide.

"Ahhhhngeliiiine!" he calls out.

Immediately I know who it is.

"Gunner --where are you?"

"About 5 blocks from your house."

"I thought you were in Cabo. You're not coming over by the way, its midnight."

"Not anymore, baby. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

"No you won't -- my husband is sleeping. Hell, I'm sleeping. Why aren't you in Cabo? What happened?"

"I was fired," he roared laughing.

"Fired? For what?"

"Incompetence."

"Bullshit," I retorted, "You're many things, love, but you're not an incompetent fisherman. So, tell me what happened."

"OK, ok. You know me. I got caught. With my pants down," he confessed.

"Again?"

"Yah. With the bosses wife."

Laughter from both of us.

"Ahhh, that's my Gunner."

"You love me," he said in his Arnold voice.

"Ahhhhhngelliiiine," he said.

"What, Gunner?"

"Vhat ah you vearing?"

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