The big suck
So as I sit here surrounded by a rum and scotch drunk Alan, brim filled with tales of woe, I am left to the rants of his dictations:
So there I was, surrounded by agony of coorperate America, a week of indentured survitude thinking of the glories of my wife being accepted to vet school in Miss State (remember yall, a working wife is worth 3 rental properties, ~z). At that percise moment not 200yds away, someone stumbled upon the grand opportunity. Nararator: Little did these folks realize the interface of these two realities will collide and change lives for all eternity. Alan near the summit of the Earth, Regginold seeing the opportunity. Once Regginold decides to harvest the Dodge of Alan. Little did he know of the babies sleeping in the back seat. These children, one of a steely chrome, the other a pitted and rusty "blue" slept peacefully with visions of piggys, deers, and unnamed six or more legged critters yet to taste the tasty taste of lead slumbered in their tidy case in the back seat of said Dodge vehicular apperatus. That blanketty blank blanker is sleeping with the dead fishes if anyone sees em. If you see anyone driving a Dodge thuck shoot them. It is blue.
Love,
Alan
So there I was, surrounded by agony of coorperate America, a week of indentured survitude thinking of the glories of my wife being accepted to vet school in Miss State (remember yall, a working wife is worth 3 rental properties, ~z). At that percise moment not 200yds away, someone stumbled upon the grand opportunity. Nararator: Little did these folks realize the interface of these two realities will collide and change lives for all eternity. Alan near the summit of the Earth, Regginold seeing the opportunity. Once Regginold decides to harvest the Dodge of Alan. Little did he know of the babies sleeping in the back seat. These children, one of a steely chrome, the other a pitted and rusty "blue" slept peacefully with visions of piggys, deers, and unnamed six or more legged critters yet to taste the tasty taste of lead slumbered in their tidy case in the back seat of said Dodge vehicular apperatus. That blanketty blank blanker is sleeping with the dead fishes if anyone sees em. If you see anyone driving a Dodge thuck shoot them. It is blue.
Love,
Alan
(help is all ~z)
posted by ~z | 1:39 AM
4 Comments:
I hope this story has a happy ending. I'll be on the lookout for a blue dodge that matches your sketch. That picture is way more useful than a license plate # (I forget those).
Tell Alan that Starkville, MS doesn't sell cold beer. Hot beer - yes, but cold beer - no.
Do I read your alcohol slurred typing correct and understand that not only did alan lose his truck but two firearms?
Yep, thats the way it happened. However things are much much better now as I understand it,
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