Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

My fact-finding mish continues, and I'm taking the long way home through Mitchell, South Dakota. And something uproarious happened at a Ruby Tuesday restaurant here!

Suffice it to say, there was a bunker blast. People's faces got farted in, and deservedly so. This was unmistakably one of the best episodes of public flatulence I've seen in decades! I plan to write more about it in the next edition of The Last Word, but I'll need some time to hone the wit needed for this story.

Also, on Monday, I saw a Sting look-alike at the Theodore Roosevelt National Park visitors center.

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