So Carl, my buddy, is getting married in a week.
Last week he had his Bachelor Party.
Not the sort of debauch you’d be worried about. It was a cabin weekend and mountain bike ride in the hills an hour or so east of Chattanooga.
Carl hit a ‘stob’. If you’re not from ’round here, you may not know what a stob is, but if you hit one, you know it.
Carl hit one. Hope his head heals up before the wedding, or we’re all in trouble.