Poo Poo 2 U

At the Pioneer bar in Haines, Gums and Brad leave me stranded at the bar by pulling a Harry Houdini. It’s a 1 mile walk home too. It's about 3am and I belly up to the bar for one more Vitamin R, get it and walk out the door with it in hand. This is gonna be my walking beer.
Gumby's buddy next door here in Seattle is the company that supply's most of the fuel to the Southern Alaskan. He was giving us some stories on Delta Western doing this that and the other thing and we HAD to buy our gas at a Delta Western Gas Station when we were in AK so we could support the cause. Cause his buddy needs to make more money or something like that. He goes in and drops his buddies name and what not to the gas station attendant when we filled up the van. The person he was talking to thinks he's fucking looney.
Well I'm walking back from the bar at 3 in the morning with a Rainer in my hand and 3/4 of the way back, out of no where someone taps my shoulder and I got to shit. Bad. I mean real real bad. The brown crayon was writing on the cotton canvas type of shit. I roll up to the gas station and drop pants by the air tire fill up at his buddies station and laid this pile for him leaving me at the bar. Pull my pants up and wiped my ass with my underwear and walked away feeling slightly satisfied. But then again, why wouldn’t I, it was 3AM after a night of Vitamin R’s.