Heil Pitler

Ruth, Velez and I went out for a few cocktails on Saturday night. At one point Ruth lifted her arms to tousle her hair, and Velez thought he noticed a mark of ill repute. Of course, it wouldn't be unheard of and naturally he thought it was a bruise. Ruth was concerned it may have been a spot missed from her first shave since winter. I thought it looked like a mustache. Hitler's. Although, that was a picture of Pringle. I just didn't feel like including a pic of Hitler. I like Jews.

(The fine print says: RELAX. It's just my armpit. And that's all it is folks. Ruth's mark by the way, fortunately turned out to be only a shadow.)