I awoke to the sound of tablesaw...while my surroundings came into focus I started recalling the previous nights activities. It was my friends birthday, I had mainly gone out with them because of the free drinks. Somehow though she always manages to attract cute gay boys. This was not one of those nights.
We were probably on our third bar of the evening, some little hell-hole that they 'had' to go to because she seemingly had met a bartender there once and he made a killer martini. He wasn't working. Instead our bartender ended up being one of those "Hills Have Eyes" rejects...complete with a gruff attitude.
She kept remarking how this guy standing by the jukebox was giving me the eye, and that because of his 'lustfull' stare that I should go talk to him and get my balls sucked dry. I did go to the jukebox, but it was to play anything that would drive her insane (I figured Avril Lavigne would do the trick).
The man at the jukebox immediately started making grunting noises and pointing at his crotch. Great he thought I was a pig-fucker. I rolled my eyes and told him sorry I was with my friends. In a gutteral tone he replied, "Your friends look like a bunch of *** hags...you should let me buy a drink". I tried saying no but he had already ordered.
That was the last thing I remembered.
Edited, Nov 6th 2007 10:45pm by Dyadem
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Things I sometimes play...
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I want to be a unicorn!"
"Awww, why's that?"........
"So I can stab people with my face."