Needless to say, after I shot my Lady Load for the eighth time that afternoon. Dolly and I collapsed in a heap on top of this large glass tank that contained numerous hard boiled eggs in some sort of green fluid. I looked up at Dolly as she rested and she was so adorable lying there with Fred “Rerun” Berry peering off of her ample bosom, feces smeared all over her hands, face, neck, thighs, and back. She started to snore slightly and that was my cue to amscray. I got up, pulled out an errant soup can lid that was lodged inside of me ang got myself together and went back in to town.
