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Child of Christ reunion at the bar! Me, Jim, Brandon, Bryan, Krissy, Tara, Jenny, Kelly, Pete, Kyle, and Angie all getting drunk and partying like it's 1997 all over again. Jim got kicked out of the bar shortly before I followed suit. Didn't get to say goodbye to most of them, but we still had a good fuckin time! Ed. Note: Krissy, Tara and Jenny are all hot. Yes.
I was bartending at work yesterday; day shifts on a Sunday are frickin slow. Anyway I saw a buddy of mine come in and he was talking to this one girl about going into the VIP room. She got up and left for a minute and I was like "Dude, if I were dropping $200 to take a girl back into the VIP, I'd get a girl like (insert name of any of the cooler/nicer/prettier girls that work there) to go with me."
The ugly stripper found out. Pitched a bitch. Was called things I've never before been called. Got close to clocking me in the face. I kinda wish she would've, cuz then I could sue her, the Vu, the owner, the manager, probably the CVS across the street, and maybe McDonalds down the road. Everyone is game for lawsuits!
Then around 8 pm, right as I was getting out of work, the Vu caught fire. Smoke. Flames. Fire alarms. Fire trucks. Fire men. A fire woman. The fiery eyes of the bitch who wants to kill me. The works. And I made $25 in tips. Doesn't sound like much, but for a Sunday dayshift, boo-ya! Made up for all that money I spent at the bar Saturday. :P
I was bartending at work yesterday; day shifts on a Sunday are frickin slow. Anyway I saw a buddy of mine come in and he was talking to this one girl about going into the VIP room. She got up and left for a minute and I was like "Dude, if I were dropping $200 to take a girl back into the VIP, I'd get a girl like (insert name of any of the cooler/nicer/prettier girls that work there) to go with me."
The ugly stripper found out. Pitched a bitch. Was called things I've never before been called. Got close to clocking me in the face. I kinda wish she would've, cuz then I could sue her, the Vu, the owner, the manager, probably the CVS across the street, and maybe McDonalds down the road. Everyone is game for lawsuits!
Then around 8 pm, right as I was getting out of work, the Vu caught fire. Smoke. Flames. Fire alarms. Fire trucks. Fire men. A fire woman. The fiery eyes of the bitch who wants to kill me. The works. And I made $25 in tips. Doesn't sound like much, but for a Sunday dayshift, boo-ya! Made up for all that money I spent at the bar Saturday. :P