Spaw comes limping into the bar looking beaten and completely bedraggled, clothes torn........

......Holy Keyriced on a crutch.......Somebody give me a hand here..........I'll take anything ya' got to drink....WATER.....ANYTHING!!!!!.......Damn kat, what the hell are you tryin' to do here anyway.......I thought I was supposed to be smellin' the roses.........Yeah, you're right....I don't smell like no rose!!!........Spiders and snakes my ass....they were the least of it! I was going through that first woods and a bunch of rabid possums came after me! Had to beat it up that damn hill and I thought I was having another heart attack!!! Then I slog through the bog and there's a big fockin' Irish guy with a potato stuffed thong tryin' to dance a jig in a tub of lime jello and I had to detour into a REAL swamp.....damn near killed me gettin' outta' that.......and just when I reach the top of a hill and am ready to head for the key stash, some fuckwit in half a gorilla suit and fishnet tights was lighting farts and singed me pretty bad on the way past..............THEN, just when I grab the key, your dipshit garden faeries came out screaming like banshees and swinging tiples everywhere. What the hell is the matter with you anyway, keeping those little pissants around? Those little creeps kept coming til they encountered Peter dressed in green and looking like the Boston Strangler which seemed to confuse them for a minute and I was able to hobble away. You got any idea what its like having a bunch of garden faeries clamped on your legs like a pack of horny beagles??? ...................Geeziz..........Anyway, here's the key....Now get me some Jack!!!!!!!!.........anybody got anything for these cuts?

Spaw