Yokels

I got picked up last night. Not by a beautiful, beautiful lady, but by a threehundredandfiftypounds man. And when I say picked up, I don't mean hit on. I mean that the guy lifted me into the air. I've always wondered what things look like from nine feet above the ground, and now I know.

I guess the dude was getting married or something. At your bachelor party, it's okay to lift people up. Just so you know.