The Homunculus Flunks the Touring Test (ibid)

[ergo sum]

Most everyone had gathered at the Time Out lodge in anticipation of the Ivory Billed Wood Pecker hunt that Droppie had organized. Though some like Low were a bit apprehensive. "Black tasseled loafers don't appreciate muck, or at least that is what I have read."

Susie had her own reservations. "This isn't going to be like one of those spring days when all the earthworms crawl out onto the concrete and I have to be careful where I step. Is it?"

Raz of course had his own objections. "You do know that this bird was considered extinct until just a few months ago? Killing it could very well be a federal crime."

Anyway, round about midnight they all piled into Droppies Stretch Hummer, and while Droppie drove they all watch reruns of The Apprentice and sipped on flutes of Dom Perignon. Proving once more that a good catholic monk is a benefit to the whole of humanity.

As they approached the White River Chu became indignant. "WHY THE FUCK DON'T WE JUST GO TO HOOTERS?"

"We are suppose to meet Mr Scoredough on the Left Bank at dawn. We don't have time for Hooters but if you are hungry we can do the driveup window at Wendy's" replied DDF.