The Chainsaw

There was a day not so long ago, that myself and shagnasty were at work. We decided that it would be a good idea to go to the bar. So we went down to the barmuda triangle, which is a street filled with bars in Mankato. When we got to the first bar we decided to try to drink one beer and one shot at every bar. I don't recall much after that other than looking up and seeing shagnasty shaking his head no and hearing yelling all around me. I looked around and noticed that we were at a bar on campus on the other side of town. Then I looked in my hands and realized that I was holding a running chainsaw. The yelling was people running from me. I shut the chainsaw off and put it in the back of my shaggin waggin and locked the car. I walked to the nearest hotel and got a room and passed out. Moral of this story. Don't keep a chainsaw in your car if you are hanging out with shagnasty.

The End.