Go to the Bar and get me a gallon of Milk

Yesterday the milk truck with Lord Kadizzle rolled into Stanton, North Dakota. Unfortunately the grocery store folded, so where do they get their milk? If you want some butter and a gallon of milk, you go down to the bar. Apparently you can get your pockets cleaned there too. As we filled the cooler with milk, the gambling money was being counted on the pool table. While taking one load of milk in the door, his Lordship noticed a little sign on the door notifying people that this was a smoking bar. If they had a problem with smoke, they should consider staying out. No one was smoking while we delivered the milk, but there were enough fumes that lighting up was not necessary. In some cities they have oxygen bars, but in Stanton you can sit in a room any time of day and get a nicotine high 24 hours a day, without lighting up. Another stop we made in Stanton was at the school. Stantonites have been scratching their heads, and wondering how they are going to keep the school open with the declining school population. Where will they get the money? Perhaps they could go to the source they are using to provide the money for the drinking, gambling, and smoking. There was more money on the pool table than was needed to run the school yesterday.