Meowing into the mouth of madness

The scene last night at 2am: Me and three other dudes at the bar at the Hooters Casino, full of free whiskey, meowing in four-part harmony all the way through Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of our lungs. We clear the bar. I can’t possibly imagine anything more annoying. We must have subconsciously been looking to pick a fight. Off to Death Valley in the morning…

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Matt Stansberry currently lives in Eugene, Oregon with his wife and son.
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3 Responses to Meowing into the mouth of madness

  1. Guy says:

    I envision KP waiting for you at the hotel with a rolling pin in hand…

  2. Tough Gnarl says:

    My dear sir, I do not say Meow. Rather Mehhhhhh! Have fun out there! I hate Las Vegas.

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