Eddie walked into Clancy’s, looking for an empty seat. There - next to that platinum blonde with the Cosmo! Maybe she wasn’t a Working Girl. Riiight.
“Ah wouldn’t sit down theah effen Ah wuz yew.”
The warning came from the end of the bar. Strange little guy, clad in buckskins, sporting a coonskin cap, reeking of pine.
“I’ll sit wherever the fuck I want, Mark Trail.”
With that, Eddie slid onto the barstool. It shattered into flinders, dumping him unceremoniously to the floor.
“H-h-how’d you know?”
“Name’s Dan’l Boone, and Ah know more about B’ar Stools than jest about anybody.”
“Ah wouldn’t sit down theah effen Ah wuz yew.”
The warning came from the end of the bar. Strange little guy, clad in buckskins, sporting a coonskin cap, reeking of pine.
“I’ll sit wherever the fuck I want, Mark Trail.”
With that, Eddie slid onto the barstool. It shattered into flinders, dumping him unceremoniously to the floor.
“H-h-how’d you know?”
“Name’s Dan’l Boone, and Ah know more about B’ar Stools than jest about anybody.”
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