From your subcutaneous homing beacon it appears you're near Smith Mt. Lake, close to the Murphy place. Stop by and tell him you're a friend of Radio Bob's. Old Man Murphy always want's to hear the latest on Bob. It's akin to an obsession with him. He used to call me constantly wanting to talk about Bob. Keep an eye out for rabid rabbits, they're a plague in that neck of the woods. Blast 'em and burn 'em.
BTW, your S.O. and G.F. want to stay on. My wife is telling me to either become a Mormon or Muslim and make honest women of them if I'm going to keep them. I'm not sure about either option, circumcision or funny underwear, it's a tough choice. I don't want to be mistaken for an Osmond or an Osman.