The adventures of Little Rashy
Little Rashy goes to...
Super-Rica!
(as told by MOM - Feb. 24th, 2005)
Rashy hit some dude up for alcohol:
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Stealing beer at Super-Rica.
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While our other son busied himself with the poor guy's damsel:
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Gettin' babes at Super-Rica.
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"Gramma! We're at Super-Rica!"
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All in all, it was a very successful visit. At least, we
thought so - until we heard THIS from the back seat:
Rashy: "Dad?"
Paul: "Yes, Rashy?"
Rashy: "Can I have a hamburger, Dad?"
Paul: "Sure, Rashy."
Rashy: "From Snowflake in Lake Tahoe?"
G*dDAMNIT!
And stopped outside to call grandma
so Rashy could tell her all about it:
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This is Part Three.
To see part one, click here.
To see part two, click here.
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We were kicked out of the establishment, but paused
to take this brotherly shot:
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Happy boys at Super-Rica...
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THE END.
