We were having a nice night, sitting around the fire, when some asshole said they sure wouldn’t mind eating something. Next thing you know, everyone’s complaining about being hungry. There isn’t any food, and even if there were, I wasn’t about to get up and start grilling burgers in the dark for half a dozen drunks. So I say you’re all liquored up and driving is a damned idiotic idea, but there’s a couple bikes in the garage, and a joint down the highway. If they hurried, it’d still be open, and I’d have a bacon cheeseburger and onion rings.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.