Uno of Yorn [ooc]

I deal in small, unmarked, denominations. And no Monkey business. If anything smells fishy I'm gonna have to do something about that. You may have figured out by now that they call me the space cowboy, uh, I mean Uno. But that's really not important to the story, because the very next year I met a man called Sherman. Now, Sherman was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite, and hair the color of strained peaches. And one day he walked into his local donut shop and asked the man behind the counter for a glazed donut. But instead the man handed Sherman a box of one dozen, starving, crazed, weasels. The weasels immediately jumped out of the box and latched onto his face and I said, "Hey. You got weasels on your face." So then he got on an airplane and traveled to a magical far away place called Aspen. Apparently, in Aspen, the beer flows like wine and the women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. But Aspen turned out to be not so great, so Sherman and I went to Vermont. Now I know what you're thinking, and noooo we didn't....... The line was too long. Apparently the world famous "Vermont Apple Picking Adventure" requires reservations. So we went our separate ways never to see each other again. But then I saw him on the return flight home because we bought round trip tickets. .... .... .... ....