Story #90

Macaulay Culkin tends bar in my town. I swear to god. Go in to The Toaster any Saturday night and he'll be there leaning back on the bar with that sly grin, one hand holding a glass, the other wiping it dry with a rag. Fronky, the town drunk, he always forgets. Every day he goes in there and ties on a few, and the next thing you know he's eying Mac hard. "Hey," he'll yell, "Hey do this." and he'll slap his hands over his cheeks and scream. Culkin cold cocks him every time. Funniest fucking shit ever.