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In other news, I purchased my new car over the weekend and picked it up last night. I love this car. LOVE. Here are some pics of it. I'll post some later.
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/landrvr1998/detail?.dir=28f9&.dnm=a956.jpg&.src=ph
My birthday was Sunday. I'm going to go with interesting being the adjective of choice to describe it. Why? Because they got me a stripper at work on Saturday. Yeah, it was...interesting. So there I am at 1030, talking to a table of my friends that had come in (guess what for) and this dude in the fakest looking cop uniform I've ever comes up to me. He asks me my name and says that I am under arrest for serving alcohol underage. Naturally, I don't buy this for a second as he handcuffs me. I mean, his cop uniform looked like a halloween costume. All that I'm thinking during all this is "Shit, shit, shit. they hired me a male stripper. I'm going to fucking kill them." And then my boss comes up and says "Come on man, youre not going to arrest him on his birthday are you?" The "cop" then asks if it really is my birthday, which is usually the cue for stripper activities to commence. And just when I thought he was going to rip his shirt off, some chic dressed as a cop walks in and I think to myself "Thank God." So yeah, stripper, stripper activities all that. I dont need to get into the specifics. Afterwards, we went to a pub downtown at Piedmont and 14th called The Prince of Wales. Good authentic British feel. I put 10 bucks into the jukebox and never ended up hearing a single song I requested. It was like some guy went in right before me and put in 50 bucks or something.
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/landrvr1998/detail?.dir=28f9&.dnm=a956.jpg&.src=ph
My birthday was Sunday. I'm going to go with interesting being the adjective of choice to describe it. Why? Because they got me a stripper at work on Saturday. Yeah, it was...interesting. So there I am at 1030, talking to a table of my friends that had come in (guess what for) and this dude in the fakest looking cop uniform I've ever comes up to me. He asks me my name and says that I am under arrest for serving alcohol underage. Naturally, I don't buy this for a second as he handcuffs me. I mean, his cop uniform looked like a halloween costume. All that I'm thinking during all this is "Shit, shit, shit. they hired me a male stripper. I'm going to fucking kill them." And then my boss comes up and says "Come on man, youre not going to arrest him on his birthday are you?" The "cop" then asks if it really is my birthday, which is usually the cue for stripper activities to commence. And just when I thought he was going to rip his shirt off, some chic dressed as a cop walks in and I think to myself "Thank God." So yeah, stripper, stripper activities all that. I dont need to get into the specifics. Afterwards, we went to a pub downtown at Piedmont and 14th called The Prince of Wales. Good authentic British feel. I put 10 bucks into the jukebox and never ended up hearing a single song I requested. It was like some guy went in right before me and put in 50 bucks or something.