Choose Your Own Adventure

"You find yourself standing between an Old Navy and a liquor store. You require pajama pants and jager. A cold breeze blows from the west, accenting the bleak and lonesome darkness around you. In the distance, a wolf howls.

You weigh your options carefully. What would be worse, more incriminating, more ridiculous? Walking through Old Navy with jager, or walking through the liquor store with pajama pants?

A screech from over the horizon reminds you that time is growing short. The raptors have picked up your scent, and you would rather not feel the sting of their javelins again.

What will you do?"

If you decide to go to the liquor store, turn to page 93.

If you decide to go to Old Navy, turn to page 135.



... my life is a farce sometimes.