It was now pitch black out, drizzling rain and starting to cool down pretty good, so a small search party consisting of Calamity, Gypsy, Linda and Tramp, accompanied by Gypsy’s dog Skooter, set out in search of Dan, who had been MIA for about or seven or eight hours now! Calamity had seen the basic direction that Dan had set off in so with flashlights they were combing the area for signs of him.
None of them had any idea who this young guy wearing all the Labatt’s 50 gear was, but they figured they must have been getting along, as neither was bleeding or had any marks on them, they were both smiling from ear to ear as happy drunks often do. And judging from the size of the pile of empty 50 bottles that had all been piled very neatly nearby, they had drunk plenty and by any definition, cou
