So I’m cruising around, looking for yard sales, trying to find some junk to weld and I’m at this trailer in a really sketchy part of town, when this really drunk chick drives her car across the yard and pulls up next to where I’m standing and yells, “Woozie!”
I look at her and she says, “aren’t you Woozie? We met last night.”
I say, “not the guy.”
She says, “you sure look like Woozie”
I say, “I was woozy but I got better.”
She says “I was woozy when we met, but I was on drugs.”
I decided it was time to go home.
