4PACK MULE INCOPORTATED
I start thinking friggin bad decision to pick
the Dump as a traveling companion, he has been bitching from the
moment we left the bar. Yeah, he is a 380 pound monster, but he
doesn’t have the sense God gave a goat about some things. Now don’t
get me wrong there are certain advantages of wandering down the
street in the middle of pandemonium with your own one man division
beside you. That being said he would not shut up and let me think
of what I needed to be doing next. He was naming off every
appliance he could think of, wondering if they would still work
when the power came back on; what he should do with them if it
didn’t. Which ones might hypothetically could have started a fire
when they got fried? Then he started running down the list of
every, ha
