Ass-Backward
“Here we are…in the great outdoors—a Wild West retreat.
- There’s lassoing lessons to try.
- There’s a hoe down starting right now.
- There are horses to ride across this beautiful dessert.
- There’s a real western saloon and a bartender with a bicycle mustache within walking distance.
- There are poker games starting in the next 15 minutes.
- There’s a sing-a-long at a campfire planned for later but we have to sign up for it now.
- There’s a stage performance with can-can girls…limited seating.
- There’s a barbeque cookout, again limited seating.
- And Jack, let’s not forget the abundance of cacti and their prickly itchy thorns, which I’ve seen now. And what am I doing right now? None of those entertaining things. Oh no, instead, I have an ass in my face.”
“How about less griping, Daniel, and more attention to getting those prickly itchy thorns OUT of my ass, please!”
The End
