Bobby once got a hold of one of those trivia books at a truck-stop somewhere and quickly became fascinated with the flagpole-sitting fad of the early century, but he was scared of heights and just wandered into the Keith’s hotel room and perched atop Keith’s semi-conscious body. Bobby had set a world record for Keith-sitting (14 minutes, except for when he got up and  wandered around looking for a match) when Mrs. Donna Jean came in and then there was humping.

Pretty nice afternoon.