Seeing as how it is the season, me and my friend Lou figured we should get a tree. Ya know, make the place a little festive. So we go into town to one of those lots. 40 bucks for a tree? Looked more like a bush. 3 cases of beer is a better deal. So anyway, we hop back in the truck and go looking for a tree. S***. They're all over the place. Free too. What sucker spends 40 buck for a dead tree? Guy I know, Jimmy, got a whole bunch behind his barn. So we figure, WTF, take one. I don't cotton much to Jimmy anyway. Problem is Lou has already worked his way through half a case of beer before we get there. Now, why Lou had to pick the biggest dang tree there, I don't know. That sucker had to be 200 feet tall. Crushed the whole barn when it fell. Jimmy comes running out all p***** off about the barn and s***. Ole Ernie (that's my dog) got all het up and started humpimg Jimmys leg. Then Lou threw up in my truck.
Man, I just don't know about this Christmas spirit stuff.
2006-12-15
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