Brandy (peepaw Brandon's nickname) leapt from bed. Something was wrong. He threw his cigar into his mouth and starting puffing shakily. He walked in the living room. Shit. His close friend Paulette had paid a visit. "Buckaroo." Shit. He forgot she only says buckaroo. Brandy patted Paulette sympathetically before leaving the house to get beer. He checked his watch. The time read "8:30". "Never too early for a beer" he muttered to himself. He galloped over. He then found a horse named Jeremy but the horse kicked him in the face killing him. The end.
(I HAVE NO MOTIVATION)
