DNA Lounge: Wherein a horse walks into a bar and the bartender asks, "Why the long face?"

On Monday, we had an extremely pukey customer who had to call her mom for a ride home. Mom showed up in a truck with a horse trailer on the back, and a donkey inside.

"Yes, it really is a donkey," she told the goths.

Then she gathered up her daughter and tossed her in the back with the donkey. I guess projectile-vomiters don't get to ride up front in the people-seats!