Anyway, we had several bumps along the road, but we got past it. There was the Prostitute in Kentucky, and the Prostitute in Virginia, then there was the Prostitute in Georgia, and then the Prostitute in Florida but I don't remember paying for that.

We tried to fly back but one of my boys wasn't allowed to board the plane. The lady said he smelled like he had bathed in bong water. Little did she know he had bathed in bong water. Stupid airline people thing they know everything, but they had no idea what I had taped to the inside of my rectum.