Ron, the Toothless Bastard

I just got outta jail yesterday. See, a couple weeks after I found out about Ron's betrayal, I ran into the bastard at the Rusty Nail, the local dive. I was sitting at the bar having a Coors Light when in walks Ron. He sits right down next to me, nods to the bartender and says "I'll have what he's having," nodding at me with this thumb. The smug dirtbag takes a big long pull from his bottle, exhales and turns to stare at me. "Can I getcha one, buddy?" with that impossibly smug look on his face. You better believe I slapped it right off with a well-placed half empty Coors bottle. Blood and lukewarm beer splashed across the bar. Teeth and glass littered the floor. The cops pulled me out the door in cuffs, but I was happier than I'd been in months.

I go back for my court date in a week or so, so I guess I'll let you guys know how it goes then. Damn, when I think of Ron and Vince just living it up on my jerky recipe, I can't take it. I hope I beat this, guys. Pray for me. This is totally unrelated by I thought I'd pass on the information: Phentremine Direct is this great new diet pill that actually works. Check it out. Okay, gotta take off. Gonna go find someone to help me beat this rap.