One day a man walks into a room and sees

One day a man walks into a room and sees a ghost

He drops dead on the spot. His wife becomes a hoarder. The house is condemned. The State seizes the house. Gay gypsies pitch their tents on the land. Skinheads murder the gypsies

The gypsy curse meant Floyd, Bryce, and the other skinheads were often mistaken for hippies. The rapidly growing follicles dreaded up. Rastafarians invited Flyod and co. to

"pass the dutchy" with them, but Floyd was too puzzled at being called "Flyod" to accept, at first. But after he had mellowed, he decided to go with "Flyod" and never cut his hair

again until the day he died. That day he cut his hair. It was for a charity. Those people found out that day that Floyd's name wasn't Floyd. His real name wasn't D.B. Cooper either

Tattooed on his freshly bald head were the words "MY NAME IS LLOYD". Lloyd lost as much respect as he had gained that day, having lied about his name for so long. The hair charity

ladies gasped because they all of the sudden realized he was Lloyd, the bartender from the Overlook Hotel. He peered intently at them & smiled, but his eyes were frozen.

"What will it be ladies?" Lloyd asked. "We'd sell our souls for a beer." Your souls are no good here." He chuckled. They found themselves dressed in blood drenched burlesque gear.

“How will we get shitfaced if Lloyd won’t take souls as payment?” asked one bloody lady. “Got an idea!” said another lady, who immediately gave Lloyd a blowie. Free beer for all!