CAN YOU IMAGINE BEING IN J EDGAR HOMOS OFFICE WHILE HE WOULD LISTEN TO TAPES OF MOOLIE LOSER KING BANGING WHITE BROADS? THAT TRIUMPHANT TWANG OF THE RUSTY BEDSPRINGS IN THEM COLORED ONLY HOTEL ROOMS, KNOWING THAT BIG LICORICE STICK WAS DOING SOME DRILLING PROLLY MADE THAT J EDGAR HOMO SWEAT! THEM WERE THE DAYS! THANKS FOR THE DAY OFF MLK!