OMG Not locked in the stocks again. Stop, I forgot. The Dirty Dog Pub spilled into the street and ol man gummy was hoding da doe as fat man Slaw beconded everyone else to drag me out. Slaw was the rabble rouser always writting checks he couldn't cover and always carrying on about how Germany got cheated. The stocks smelled like mold and pee. Clank went the lock. People were still chewin the wag and carrying on in the full moon crisp autumn air. THWOP the first tomato hit me square in the forehead to cheers from patrons full of pints. This punishment does not fit the crime. Oh well if this was America it wouldn't just be a tomata.