The Bullshitter's Club
The coonhoud looked mournfully at the now-cold corncob on the table and began. "the bear couldn't help himself.
The Bullshiter's Club: Three Month Later
Maj double-checked the emergency brake of his tiny hatchback as the sun started to set behind the steep hill. He got out of the car and walked over to the club. It was still early, the music wasn't cranked up so loud. The dog tending bar gave him a nod...