No More Drinking For Me

Driving home from the liquor store, completely void of worry, I reached behind for my bag of weed and I felt something large and furry. I couldn't remember taking the cat, though my memory often fails me. I was sure a monster was in the back and at any moment was planning to kill me. I drove my truck into a field and jumped quickly out of my cab I thought this animal was for real and any moment would surely attack I laid there hid in the bushes for it must have been an hour I wanted to run but couldn't. I was afraid of being devoured. I mustered up the strength I'd lacked to approach my truck of horror. I was holding my prized case double X and was crouched down like a soldier. I screamed to scare whatever I'd find as I jumped threw the open door I knew that I may not survive and my life might surely be over. Holding my weapon overhead I attacked my enemy quick and stabbed my villian to his death and scattered him all over my seats. I'll never drink again. I swear. and no more weed for me. All because of that Teddy Bear my wife hid behind the seat.