One day, a six foot tall, 225 lb man….

One day, a six foot tall, 225 lb man wearing dark khaki pants, a sky-blue twill dress shirt, a pair of Addidas tennis shoes and a baseball-style cap, and carrying a box of first edition copies of Dianetics by L Ron Hubbard, all unsigned by the author, along with a number of jars of recently cured deer meat collected in a tote bag slung across his left shoulder, all while listening to Depeche Mode’s first album - Speak & Spell - walked into a bar. “That’s okay,” said another six foot tall, 225 lb man wearing dark khaki pants, a sky-blue twill dress shirt, a pair of Addidas tennis shoes, and a baseball-style cap, and carrying a box of first edition copies of Dianetics by L Ron Hubbard, all unsigned by the author, along with a number of jars of recently cured deer meat collected in a tote bag slung across his left shoulder, all while listening to Depeche Mode’s first album, “I didn’t see it either.” Soon after, a six foot tall, 225 lb dog wearing dark khaki pants, a sky-blue twill dress shirt, a pair of Addidas tennis shoes, and a baseball-style cap, and carrying a box of first edition copies of Dianetics by L Ron Hubbard, all unsigned by the author, along with a number of jars of recently cured deer meat collected in a tote bag slung across his left shoulder, all while listening to Depeche Mode’s first album - Speak & Spell - walked into a bar, sat down at a stool and ordered a rusty nail. The bartender said, “That’s amazing! You should go down to the circus! They’d love to hire you.” “How come,” asked the six foot tall, 225 lb dog wearing dark khaki pants, a sky-blue twill dress shirt, a pair of Addidas tennis shoes, and a baseball-style cap, and carrying a box of first edition copies of Dianetics by L Ron Hubbard, all unsigned by the author, along with a number of jars of recently cured deer meat collected in a tote bag slung across his left shoulder, all while listening to Depeche Mode’s first album - Speak & Spell. “Do they need an accountant?”