I am so pumped about Joey's Super Bowl party and the notion of spending some time in one of those tents with MJ (maybe we could have our own halftime show). Joey, pal, here are my measurements so that you can be sure to get accomodations appropriate for my most large and handsome self.
By the way, your tents look great! I might never leave. Back here I am forced to sleep on the floor on an ancient dog bed that passed down from Grandpa Angus to Beautiful Raja, and, finally, to me. This dumb bed isn't even big enough for all my parts to fit at once!
MJ, darlin', I got a little suds going just thinking about sharing some slobber with you.Mango Man! Oh yeah!