Poon-Tang Cruisin'

Shit! Don't tell anybody, but I totally hit Casey Sanders's car Saturday night. I smashed out one of his lights, but the 'Tang Cruiser came through unscathed. Fortunately for me, Casey was pretty tanked and I was able to convince him that I couldn't possibly have inflicted such damage considering angles and science. He became convinced that the cops had come by and billy-clubbed the light out to teach him a lesson (I don't know where he got that idea wink wink), and was on the verge of revolution when I suggested that we just head back to his place and play the verse of "The Bleeder" 400 times, or at least until I finished all his beer. You know what he said?

"Its Taytyme."