I picked up a Welsh couple at the Tropicana and took them to Bloomingdale's for some pre-flight shopping. Upon payment they gave me an 8 pac of Budweiser shorts. I carried them around until shifts end, imagining them bouncing around in the hot trunk. After work i went food shopping and then to the Rizide. I put the beers in the freeze, went swimming and drank three beers in quick sucksessions. The inside temperature was nearing 120 degrees and so the hot nap was most restful and Bud aided sleep in the heat is always the best. I awoke at 1030 to the super-heated beer gasses and deep fried pig skins loudly trying to escape out me rear hatch. I puckered and thought of doing an emergency jettison drill. The isht bucket was under a couple of boxes and that would enTail lifting so I thought better of that and dressed for work. It's my day off and i can't go in till 3am. The drive to the Tropicana bordered on the disastrous. In that i have no access to the in house poo loo i am living a dangerous life when combining beer, beans, fried goods and broccoli beef with fermented black bean over tofu. Must look for better shituation. Damn Welsh.
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