Pierre rock fury

It's a long drive out to Pierre, but I think we would do it anytime. A few kids drove all the way from Vermillion. These are folks with an incredibly superb taste for good music. The ride out was uneventful but for a little stop in Chamberlain. Danny must have ate some bad fruit because he was in rare form. This was unfortunate for the poor sandwich artist who took his order. In one of the worst retard voices ever, he ordered a turkey sub. Unable to contain myself, I had to excuse myself from the establishment in order to regain my composure. I wasn't planning on going back in but my options for other eateries turned up empty.
Upon re-enter, I was not so surprised to see the antics were continuing. Danny had given up on the voice and had set his sights on breaking the toilet, in which he succeeded. I pretended that I didn't know him and ordered my sandwich. Once Danny started yelling and making faces at customers and employees, I left the building for good. Zach and Danny soon followed after which Danny made a fabulous entrance into the van from the roof through the window. Yay! Danny and Zach rock! (NOTE: If you were lucky enough to catch Spooncat over Halloween weekend, then you were priviliged to hear a master at work. Zach sat in on a Ween set and melted hearts with his golden voice. I nearly wept.)
Upon our arrival in Pierre, the famous fishy at the Ramkota winked at me and did a backflip.