Noise at the Slipped Disco hurts my teeth. Truckers on my right are into politics and sex. Ranchers on my left are into sex and politics but this freeloading weirdo at my table just keeps on guzzling my beer. I say you are a long way from Pennsylavania. Give him water and a ride to town leaving behind a bunch of pissed off vultures.
Dodgers score, crowd hollers and screams, saxophone blows a fart.
Gets up and slouches back to the desert. No thanks did I get for the beer. Noise at the Slipped Disco hurts my teeth. Truckers on my right are into politics and sex. No thanks did I get for the beer.