hey pat, how have you been?

The coca-cola truck was outside today.

I had some free time so I stole it.

I rolled through the streets of my ****** island,

causing some well deserved destruction.

I may have killed a ******

but it was probably for the best.

Who wants to live with one leg anyway?

I had swerved into a hydrant,

freezing water pounded a ferel cat into a storm drain.

But I had too!

Otherwise my neighbor Russ would have become a pancake.

When I finally learned how to control the truck

I stopped at the local liquor store.

I grabbed a sixer of Rolling Rock

and payed with 28 quarters.

I told big Pat to please keep the change,

I Knew she saw the damage I had done on the way.

But she's an old timer,

These things don't phase her.

She just smiled and asked if-

I wanted a brown paper bag or plastic?

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