Wiped

Gosh, they sure know how to party on down at Molly's of a Saturday night. The bachelors from the end house on Fawcett and I spent a few hours this afternoon getting the public house in trim rather than get my getting miffed at the Monday barkeep for not cleaning up. There was muck to be mopped and a truck load of drek to be hauled, we all had some wieners with kraut and a few cold ones. Thanks, guys. I'll be a bit creaky tommorrow, but it will be a well earned ache.