One Day on the Patio at Wilsers

So there I was, sitting on the patio at Wilsers on a sunny Saturday afternoon and suddenly I'm surrounded by a member of the BlackTop MotorCycle Gang. I work up the courage to say, "Nice day when it rains beer, eh?" And he immediate countered with a symbolic summary of the ontological proof for the non-existence of intelligence in the human race ...



Seconds later, he and his friend were attacked and devoured by a horde of angry amoebas who were hiding in their beer glasses.

A random Leafs fan made fun of the devourment. After much debate the amoebas devoured him as well.



I checked my glass for one cell threats and quietly finished my beer.