back in 88 or so, i made a custom cult t-shirt and wore it to school. one of the vice principals freaked the fuck out, pulled me aside, and wanted to know why i was worshipping the devil and who else was involved. i laughed my ass off for a bit, reached into my backpack and showed him the cassette. he looked at it for a few seconds and then quietly wandered off.
weird. i've had people lie to me about emailing a better deal/quote (fuck you john eagle) so that they could stall another purchase, but most dealers were willing to at least give me an offer over the phone. if it matters, i was only looking at cars they had in stock.
when he picked braxton for the final two, i knew right then and there it was over for ricky. i imagine he knew this too, for whatever reason. like i mentioned earlier, that's basically par for ricky.
it was pretty cool to see his wife rush the stage, however.
we use a gizmo gadget for this functionality. basically it's a no-frills watch that allows them to text and call certain numbers. the watch is about $150 and the service is $5/mth.