Gather �round the fire and let uncle T.J. tell you a story. It was back in 102 and I was at the age of 69. What a good year. I was driving around in my 2001 Chevy Excalibur GTX (drive hard). I was on way to an Alice Cooper concert when I decided to stop at a donkey/ostrich-breading farm I heard a lot of squawking and squealing and decided that that wasn�t normal sounds for cars to make. I walked up to the gate where a dead guy sat with a nametag that said �Guard Guy.� I asked if I could come in, and stepped through the gate. It was a great site to see. Donkey�s heads on ostriches bodies and vice versa, it reminded me of Woodstock. I was walking around and one of the donkeystriches came up to me and said, �Hey guy, get me out of here.� I decided why the hell not. I chopped it in the neck, picked it up, put it in my trunk, and rode off into the sunset. We finally got to the Kentucky/Nevada border and I let it out. The donkeystrich said to me, he says, � uncle T.J., I will miss you.� Then, in a heart felt bit of emotion, I said, �What the hell did you do to my trunk!� He ran off yelling bye bye. I wept a bit, fixed my trunk, and, to make a long story short� Gather �round the fire and let uncle T.J. tell you a story.