It was 6 years ago today we lost ole Rummy. Fresh off a court win in some podunk West Virginia courtroom, he got drunk on corn liquor and hijacked a donkey to Southern Exposure, the premiere gentleman's club in the state. Ole Rummy got up on stage and started dancing when an angry farmer stormed in and asked "who's the sum bitch that stole Ruth"?
Confused by the question, and no one knowing a stripper named Ruth, they stood around until the farmer said it was his mule. Rummy jumped down and clocked the guy in the mouth, but the old man just shook it off. They say you've never seen anything until you've seen a man beat another man to death. And that day, that's just what they saw.
Ole Rummy laid on stage, broken and bleeding internally, off the rack, untailored, searsucker suit ripped and covered in blood, watered down manhattans and vaginal juices......and that.....:wipes tear: and that sum bitch died. Right there......in that nasty, tiny, whore club in the middle of bumfuck West Virginia just on the other side of Tudor's Biscuit World. Like an animal. Like a mongrel. I.....
In memory of Rum Dick...
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