JOE D.

My name is Joe D. I'm not good at talking about myself, so I will leave you with a story.Once upon a time, my friends and I were at Jerky's. I was enjoying my rolling rocks when a umpa lumpa bought me a shot of Southern Comfort. The evil dwarf must have poisoned my shot, because I yacked on the floor between my legs. It must have had truth serum in it also, because I told my handsome friend that I betrayed him. While this was going on, my other comrad proceeded to whip up the antidote to the truth serum. He knew the only way to get the poison out of my system was to urinate in a Budwieser bottle. He came up to me and said, "Here buddy, bought you a beer." My handsome friend, who I know swears allegience to the gnome, snatched the cure from my hands as it neared my lips.We then went to the magical land of Olneyville to quench our hunger pains. I consumed seven hot weiners that I attained from the hairy ogre behind the ordering hole. After devouring my delicious unknown animal products, I tried to mount my friends horse and buggy. My hand was wrapped around the reigns, when my so-called partner rode away into the sunset. Luckily, for the boobies I would grab in the future, I swiftly pulled my arm out of danger. My other friend gave me a ride home.The end.