When I fled to Texas to escape Hurricane Frances, SarahK thought that hiding out in a biker bar would be a good idea. So I put on my best biker clothing - a white polo shirt with green stripes - and headed into the bar. It was actually full of real bikers - all mean looking and tattoo-covered and everything. Thus, we made sure to look tough to keep them at bay.

"You talking to me?"

It was then time for karaoke, so SarahK took the mike. She sings purty.

"Has no one told you she’s not breathing?"

Soon I figured I better sing to keep blending in with the bikers.

"And Rocky collapsed in the corner. Ahh!"

It didn't go so well, and I needed to comfort SarahK.

"I'm sorry. I swear I'll never sing again."

But then a mean biker decided to pick a fight with me.

"Your singing sucks... as does the readers of your blog!"

Well, I could stand insults to me, but not my readers! It was time to teach this brute a lesson.

"Prepare to get knocked down by Hurricane Francis!"

I think the fight went well, but I lose memory of exactly what happened after a certain point. I do remember waking up to SarahK's cat Minerva clawing at my face, though.

Biker bars sure are fun!

UPDATE: Here is SarahK's version.