So I was leaving the bar Thursday night (this is where, when I relayed the story to my friend Webboy, he shouted, “Wait, wait all your stories start with leaving a bar”). . .

Ok, so I had just recently left the bar Thursday night, not technically leaving, because I was already in Ruby, my truck (this is where Webboy said, “What were you doing on a bar on a Thursday night?”).

if you are interested, you can read the rest of this truly titillating tale on backwash.