The East Texas mafia has been busy, so we decided to load up, high-tail it out, and get to popping. Dog thought pooping up sounded fine, too. First stop was Gruene, which is pronounced Green and which is one of three German words I know: "Gross-uh grune-ah shoe-uh." That means Big Green Shoe, which I hear they wear a lot of over in them fur-un countries. I can't remember the spelling because that was back in high school when I had only just begun the slow suffocation of my brain cells. Anyway, I'm still eating Freedom Fries and refusing to drive my BMW because those posers refused to BACK MY BOY, GEORGE W! Bunch of panty waist losers.
Needless to say, I, Fatty B Small, enjoyed myself mightly on this trip, especially the part where I got into the Robert Earl Keen Jr. concert--which, by the way, had been sold out for weeks--because I had been partaking of various beverages throughout the day and so I had plenty of nerve to go up to his tour bus and beg. Loudly.
The road goes on forever.
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