And it's Wert saying that a newscaster is at the Cross Roads on 18th Street, and that we should hit him with snowballs when he goes on the air. 'Clever plan,' thinks me, so we assume some extremely suspicious hiding spots and lurk around, as though we could be standing in the middle of a freezing road in a foot of filthy slush with anything but mischief on the brain.
Believe it or not, these fellas caught on and went to regroup in their van. Of course a police van just happens to show up. Wert managed to send a snowball into the van on a run-by sneak attack, but our glory had been quelled, or had it?
Oh that's right,
we were on our way to Quarter Beer Karaoke. Oh sweet vindication! And of course, when you mix alcohol and Wert together you are bound to come up with some sort of tussle. Tomorrow's Friday? Jesus, what's next?
4 comments:
god dam snow
looks like cocaine cowboys came n had a party
lets all become cocaine cowboys!
Do cocaine cowboys still ride horses?
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