Drunken Faun - Shopping Cart

Dear Drunken Faun,

   When do you go home?

              Love, Misty.

Dear, Mitzilinzl.....is that German?

It sure sounds German....like, Schnitzel for nitzlllle.  Yeah.

   So, that answers my question about last night, and the creepy footsteps I heard following me. If you want a picture, dear Mistletoe, then all you've gotta do is ask...so, stop making me think that the frikkin homeless guy is following me and trying to steal his cart back. Cuz' I still need it. It carries shit that I can't lift, like.... bumpers, and kegs and bitches and the Smithsonian and-

Jackie: You can't put a museum in a shopping cart.

Leola: You can't be coherent enough to put much of anything in a cart, heck, watching you stumble around in a Target parking lot  while trying to keep a stray cat in the child's seat is...well....it's nonsensically amusing to say the least.

Jackie: That and the chick's name is Misty, not a German food group or parasitical plant, numb nuts.  

  Is that right? well, I gots something for you. In my cart, it's a hearse. Complete with some dude sleeping in the back. Where you'll be, and then, with the fishes.I found IT in the Target parking lot last night.

Jackie and Leola: Well....I say.

Jackie: I've determined that you are not a happy drunk when tequila is concerned.

Leola: Nope, no more Jose for you.