My best friend Stan was over, we were drinking, smoking some pot and playing backgammon.
Stan...let's go to Porterville?
Me...Porterville? Why?
Stan...why not, something different.
Me...nothing there but goat ropers and hicks.
Stan...you got a better idea?
Me...of course...The Holliday Inn Lounge
Stan....again???? How about whoever wins the next game gets their choice?
We took his truck to Porterville with a far better stereo system than what I had.
Little did I know Stan had made arrangments with a PC volleyball player to meet him at The Paul Bunyan.