Last Call

Yee haw indeed. Boat races down the gutter (my entry, Miss Marlboro won its heat, nothing like cigarette cellophane to show its overall speed and prowess in the middle of a rainstorm), the realization that the plural of doofus is doofi, backrub conga lines, and who the hell is this cowpoke?

He sure looks smoky and mysterious, don't he folks? Ah well, it was a downpour that day, and rain hats are far better than umbrellas, even if you do refer to them as bumbershoots.