"I Love Slick People." And Do You Love Fuddrucker's? And A Picture Of Cage The Elephant

To whom it may concern,

"I love slick people," the bus driver today said.
On a greyhound bus, the sassy driver told us,
"If I catch you smoking in the bathroom, I will leave you at the next stop. And it won't be anywhere that Greyhound stops."
When I asked the driver (his name was Trey) how many people he has caught smoking, he said "None, in the last few months. That was when I was heading east. To New Orleans." Trey indicated that he once left a terrible smoker in a middle-of-nowhere town in Louisiana.

I visited Fuddrucker's. It is an old standby, but I still like it. I can remember going when a fry was as big as me.
Oh, not really.

More news...
Just yesterday I talked about the band Cage The Elephant.

Here is a picture of them. I chose it because two of them have odd looks on their faces, as in "Huh? You mean I don't look like Kurt Cobain?" Sweet Kentucky boys.


And finally,

The End.
Alice
n.d.h.