Every once and awhile Ringo would put a suit on and go to the land where he gets drugs, booze, Nudy magazines and pretty much whatever he wanted. And there was always that pesky little pest Paul, the son of the mayor of the town who always chatted his ear off.

And today was like no other, there was high Ringo in the kangaroo costume sitting there and annoyed while he had young Paul on his lap, talking what seemed to be endlessly