Once again, our friend, The Stick!

How are the kids?

"...huh? Oh! Well, Holly has a new tooth coming in, and my son, Woody -I'M A STICK. I DON'T HAVE KIDS."

Well, that's our show for today! Meet us again when we interview a hotdog!

He tossed me off like an old hat. He creamed me like a half-drawn old fedora. He jumped out from under me like a warm bowler. He broadsided me like a wet bandana. He...

As far as I could tell there were six of them. The room swam like a kiddie pool slam-dunked by the fat kid. I staggered to my left... then my right... I looked like Dorothy's tornado as these six brutes decended on my drunk ass like a swarm of honey bees on a ripe pile of fastfood garbage. They pummeled me until my face turned numb and my guts spewed out the last drink I had. I laid their until closing time. That's when she appeared. A giant of a man with light curls and a cigar. She said, "Let momma make it all better!" She swung me up over her shoulders... I would have prefered another drink and another round with the ditto brothers.

Yeah, you're right. It's a trimmed palm tree in the middle of the woods.