About my favorite memory of us was on the company winery trip we made where you grabbed me and dragged me behind the giant cask of Amatidiallo (I know, my spelling sucks) and stole a kiss form me and we then had to explain to our boss, Hunter S. Thompson, what was going on, as he especially despised any hanky-panky going on between his knife sharpeners and gun cleaners (he was very strict about keeping those two departments separate) so you quickly fabricated the story about grabbing me to squish the giant 17 inch spider which his Vanquish and RC cola addled brain totally bought.

Ah...good times, good times.