Oh man, I feel like shit today. I shouldn’t have downed that last Jager-bomb. God, I feel like I got hit by a truck last night. What? I DID? I must have been effed-up. Dang, I’m hungry, too. You want to go grab some food? I don’t know, I could do Bojangles. Nothing like some sweet-ass tea and a fried chicken biscuit to start the day off right. Oh, can you drive? I think I left my car downtown last night. You did too? I guess we could hoof it. Dang, dude, it must be like 80 degrees out here.
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Title by: Anne Brannon
Story by: Jeremy
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This sounds like the start of a great improv scene. :) I love it.
a more accurate biographical tale has never previously been shared…
Wheee-take me back
to N’awlins, Jeremy.
*gasp*