King John's trucked a motherload of shit out of Thomasville the other day. He paid an emergency visit to Bill's place first, and I figured why not forestall an emergency at the Goose. There had been so much rain here that Bobby (his name is Bobby, not John) was afraid of getting stuck in the yard with a full tank. He almost did, but made it out to the hard road, leaving only some deep ruts. He was so relieved (and me too, now that I can relieve myself without fear!) that he stopped in the middle of the highway for his check. I wonder where he pumps out. I wonder the same thing about the used cooking oil tank truck that drove off from the cafe this ayem.
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