(… continued from last post)

So there I was, in my underpants, emu blood splashed across my chest, machete in one hand and bag of peeps in the other.

I turned to the two german cops and said, “this isn’t what it looks like.” Lank turned to me and said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to suck our way outta this one.”

“What?”

(Continued on next post…)