A Bad Trip
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
So we were in the Blythesburg area and wanted something to do on the weekend, so we picked this place called the Blytheburg Zoological Retreat. Went in, paid $15 each. And there was, like, nothing there. One cage, just one, said it was a Siberian tiger, but it wasn’t a tiger at all. Just this little bit of a yappy dog. We all agreed it was a Shih-tzu.
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