anthony
shit's old.
I woke up the next morning feeling like I would die, and struggled to identify the bed I was in. When I decided to get up and look around. I found a fair maiden on something round. Her name I couldn't recall- she was sitting all tall sitting on one of those exercise balls. It seemed like a dream, but then she turned and screamed "OUT!" in an echoing yell that was simply supreme.
The man entered the bar and asked for a PBR. He said his car had run down as he was passing through town and he had to sit down for a drink. He had a certain stink of jack links and gasoline, and as he leaned on the table needing something to do, I had to inquire- who are you?