I thought I was there. Damn frontal lobes, can't remember crap. At least that's my story and I am sticking to it. I remember a bonfire suitable to roast an ox and the Georgia chain saw barn massacre. Or did Lenny throw the whole barn on the fire? Mango ham, barbecued venison, some kind of bean soup guaranteed to cauterize hemorrhoids, did I see moonshine and ramps for breakfast? Moustache Mke eating the Appalachian Trail and then passing St Pauli Girl to the Boy Scouts? The bartender said, "You mean I changed clothes in front of all you guys and nobody noticed?" Well, Sid tells good stories. Help! Keith!
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"Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclination, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." John Adams
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