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.


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