.......not really......more of a sorta spring-like day, where down at the Maternity Home for Unwed Cows......
....Stetto was wandering around wondering where his goats went. As he was about to give up hope...
The Charmin truck rumbled by so he girded his loins...
...thankful he no longer had to use the Walmart drill polisher on his netherlands. However he still dreaded...
......the unintended consequences of his all liquid diet......a very clever strategy he devised to outwit the TP hoarding morons of the world. If only he could overcome his extremely short endurance between pitstops.........
...which was caused by his eating way too many gooeyducks doused in ghost pepper sauce, which also had the unfortunate side effect of....
...Having juiced the geoducks and drunken them like a shot of tequila....as his stomach rebelled in agony, he vowed to get even with that sea food loving guy that had suggested that this was a great idea.....he couldn't remember his name...he thought it sounded like " conch shell".............
...meanwhile , in the next room .....
The Texas Smoke Meister had 63 dozen fresh northwest oyster on the pit....
"Awwwww why'd you go and do that?" protested Honcho, "I like them raw!"
Who had obviously had misunderstood the whole pandemic thing, and had been working hard at self immunizing with bottles of Corona, once the guys made him put his shirt back on and get off the table, stetto eyed the suspicious oysters wondering...
......why there were only 5 dozen left. He was going to use them to make the mother of all Bloody Marys .....a special gift for....