And they came upon this ridiculously liberal trial attorney who had a monkey on one shoulder and a parrot on the other who were arguing with each other.
(Add to the story, don't talk to me... don't you know how these things work? The rules are, you get one sentence to add to the story with the next post. Don't waste it. )
Zell was the bartender, and he doesn't believe in thirds, so he pissed in a glass, filled the rest with Bud, and handed it to Dixie. Damn, what a Rebel that bartender is!!
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