Dubya can eat my taint
what the fuck is with these gas prices?! honestly, 10 cents in a day?! who do i have to blow to get reasonable gas rates?! oh, wait a tick..... i happen to work at a gas station, and can for a time control said prices to how i see fit........ here's what i think of you Mr. President; .026 cents a gallon for 89 octane. FUCKER! 66 cents to fill up my car and someone's eclipse. i'm so going to hell....
took Kolby Tater to Hartford last night with Josh and our ghetto princess. and.... whammy. kolby and i got straight tanked. we made the promise to each other that we were gonna boot last night. and we're good with promises to each other. you know it's a good night when the toast to the first shot is "Here's to not knowing my name later tonight."
hottest bartenders i've ever seen, i thought were in Vegas. but apparently they work at Mad Dawg's down in sleazy Hartford. good lord.
somehow, kolby and i end up mingling with a bunch of girls out for someone's 21st. we bought them a couple shots (even the mom that was there) and laughed with them, and they were on their merry way. until one came back to ask for my boys phone number. first off, she thought he was a marine, so we rolled with that. then, he's trying to shrug her off nicely, saying he's getting deployed back to DC in five days. and she fires back with "Well, a lot can happen in five days." it was at this point where i felt compelled to just walk away before i laugh in this poor girls face. but i couldn't in good conscience leave the Tater alone with her. so, while she persists in asking for his phone number, i scroll through my cell for the reject hotline, and hand it over to kolb. only he doesn't give it to her, instead gives her some other bogus number. funny enough, but the reject hotline would have been priceless there.
these girls were not attractive, at all. i believe the phrase is "Beat up from the feet up."
so after that little adventure, 2 chicken parm grinders (one of which i have no recollection of even ordering), some gun shots fired outside the bar, and countless shots that neither kolby nor myself can compile an accurate list of. Jay's bootin' out the back door of the bar, then again on the sidewalk, then again behind kolby's eclipse. and then one more time in the bathroom of the condo (this one was news to me). so i kept my half of the bargain, and then passed out. kolby woke up early, and proceeded to expunge all his alcohol, his two chicken parms, and probably some internal organs he has no use for, from about 8am ish til roughly 1:30 when we got off the Mass Pike.
Mission Accomplished.
now i'm praying for a nice, easy Sunday. with no alcohol...
took Kolby Tater to Hartford last night with Josh and our ghetto princess. and.... whammy. kolby and i got straight tanked. we made the promise to each other that we were gonna boot last night. and we're good with promises to each other. you know it's a good night when the toast to the first shot is "Here's to not knowing my name later tonight."
hottest bartenders i've ever seen, i thought were in Vegas. but apparently they work at Mad Dawg's down in sleazy Hartford. good lord.
somehow, kolby and i end up mingling with a bunch of girls out for someone's 21st. we bought them a couple shots (even the mom that was there) and laughed with them, and they were on their merry way. until one came back to ask for my boys phone number. first off, she thought he was a marine, so we rolled with that. then, he's trying to shrug her off nicely, saying he's getting deployed back to DC in five days. and she fires back with "Well, a lot can happen in five days." it was at this point where i felt compelled to just walk away before i laugh in this poor girls face. but i couldn't in good conscience leave the Tater alone with her. so, while she persists in asking for his phone number, i scroll through my cell for the reject hotline, and hand it over to kolb. only he doesn't give it to her, instead gives her some other bogus number. funny enough, but the reject hotline would have been priceless there.
these girls were not attractive, at all. i believe the phrase is "Beat up from the feet up."
so after that little adventure, 2 chicken parm grinders (one of which i have no recollection of even ordering), some gun shots fired outside the bar, and countless shots that neither kolby nor myself can compile an accurate list of. Jay's bootin' out the back door of the bar, then again on the sidewalk, then again behind kolby's eclipse. and then one more time in the bathroom of the condo (this one was news to me). so i kept my half of the bargain, and then passed out. kolby woke up early, and proceeded to expunge all his alcohol, his two chicken parms, and probably some internal organs he has no use for, from about 8am ish til roughly 1:30 when we got off the Mass Pike.
Mission Accomplished.
now i'm praying for a nice, easy Sunday. with no alcohol...