Iclandic Bro's
I was partaking of my usual monday ritual, (wab for dinner, drinks at the Emory after), when a blonde dude walks up to the bar and orders a bunch of beers. He hands one to one of his friends and spills half of it on me. Attempting to be a non confrontational good guy, yet expressing my dismay, I say "whoa getting a shower over here". No response. I'm starting to get hot, but still try to be cool. "A sorry would be nice"! Nothing. Now I'm fucking pissed! He walks away looking straight a head. I yell really loud "Nice fucking manners you cunt motherfucker!" He keeps walking. I calm down and go back to drinking my delirium tremans. It's quite tasty. Forgetting all about it I turn and see him at the side of the bar and here him speaking in extremely broken english. He's from fucking Iceland and didn't understand a goddamned thing I said to him. I'm a fucking asshole. I alert Kelly, my roommate to this. The dude walks up to the bar and pulls the seat out from next to me. "This no one here?" I tell him to sit down and start talking to him. I open with, "So you're from Iceland huh?" (Many drinks). I then tell him all I know about Iceland is two bands. He says "One is Sigur Ros, they suck." I tell him the other is the Sugarcubes, and he tells me that they are dead. He also tells me that he likes Abba and Queen. He, Kelly, and I talk about soccer, hockey, and whatnot. He tells me he likes the English teams Arsenal and Manchester United. He is wasted, and is also my new best friend. He buys us shots, and buys me a glass of whiskey. He asks Kelly what she does for work, but the language barrier is an issue and all he can really understand out of it is secretary. He then says I watch secretary porn on youporn. I explain this to Kelly and she mumbles something about Maggie Gyllenhaal. He then tells me that they are going to the casino and to meet him there tomorrow.....
Who's coming with me?
Who's coming with me?