May 13, 2005
"You bunch of butt sucking Boy Scouts take those smokes outside or I'm taking Lucy home." Walt Carter stood up holding a long leather leash that ended in one hundred pounds of purebred bloodhound. Quick with his retort, maybe a little too quick, Lester snapped, "I'll miss her, too." He looked around for laughs, but found few. Walt sidled closer, "Everyone but you, Lester, I hear you need the practice." Lester jumped up in Walt's face, ash flying from the stogie. Growling, Lucy showed more teeth than a baby grand piano to let Lester know that was a bad idea.