Dad's Dilemma

Well, i tried to forget about the deal that was made, but my father did not. So here is his post:

Greetings fellow yabos!! I don't know if Zach told you, but a deal was struck last Friday night at St. Columbkille's fish fry when Zach opened up a pickle card and we won $130. Zach felt that since he opened the winner he should get a cut of the winnings, and I agreed, but we could not reach an immediate settlement. The negotiations lasted for hours, at times neither side would budge, but an agreement was finally reached. Zach received $35 and I get a special guest appearance on YaboMania. When I first requested a guest spot on the blog Zach said, "surely you can't be serious" and I told him, "I am serious, and don't call me Shirley." Since Zach's cousins Josh (Junior) and Chase (Francis) got blog spots I said what about the fajah (father). Zach has reluctantly agreed, so I'm going to share a real life cop story with you that I experienced about three months ago. Warning, if you have a weak stomach, you might want to discontinue reading.
About three months ago I was driving my cruiser near 168th & HWY 370 when I saw a vehicle parked on the side of the road, the doors were open and two men were standing on the passenger side of the vehicle. As I got closer I could see one man screaming at the other, it was obvious that he was angry and possibly wanted to punch the other man. So I activated my lights, got out of my cruiser, and approached the two gentlemen. Both men noticed me and the man that was extremely upset walked towards me, and as he got closer to me I could smell something rancid. Before I could ask him what was wrong the man said, "Sir, that's my friend and I was trying to help him out, but look what he did to me, I'm so mad I could break his nose right now." Now as I observed this guy I knew he didn't smell too good, but as I looked at his clothing I noticed chunks of vomit on him. The man continues,"this stupid idiot got paid today and decided to take the day off of work and spend his paycheck at the bar. He calls me for a ride home because he can't drive and look what he does to me, he pukes all over my car and all over me." Now I look at the guy that just vomited inside of his friends car, and he decides to take his jacket and shirt off and start to wipe down the interior of the car. His friend, who has cooled off by now, tells him not to worry about it and starts to help out when all of a sudden he runs to the grass and begins to vomit as well. He looks at me and says, "I have a weak stomach, I can't stand the smell." By now I'm laughing so hard that both guys are looking at me probably wondering if I was a real police officer. Both men ask me if I want to see their I.D.'s and I tell them,"to be honest, I don't want to touch anything close to you guys." I directed them to the nearest carwash and watched them drive away and I was still laughing because the driver had the dry heaves as he drove northbound towards the carwash. Sick humor I know, but I still laugh whenever I think about that day. Thanks for the opportunity to be on YaboMania Zach, looks like I picked a bad week to stop taking amphetamines. Joe B.