Day one
- Thread starter Woodson
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GL Man. I need to stop as well, but in order to do that I know that I would have to seperate myself from certain people/places and to this point I have not been willing to do that:facepalm: Pretty sad given my sig!
The story... Sooooo...
Went out last night with some buddies. The guys were hanging out with some chicks and there was a one dude tag along that looked exactly like this dude...
A spitting image. And so I was really drunk and it was late and I knew my wife would love an autograph.
So I say, "My wife really loves your show. Is there any way I can get an autograph?"
It was kind-natured, sincere... I may have even smiled a little bigger than normal...
The dude takes his beer bottle and tries to smash it against my head.... I immediately think two things...
#!. The guy from Glee is smashing a beer bottle on my head. Pretty awesome.
#2. The guy from Glee is about to die.
The first thing I say to him is are you fucking stupid?
The first thing I do is try to pop out his eye ball.
I almost succeed.
This whole scenario would never had happened if the following things had not happened.
#1 My wife made me watch that fucking horrible show.
#2. I hadn't been half entertained by that horrible show.
#3. If I hadn't mistakenly called some guy a Hollywood star that plays a very gay guy on tv.
#4. If I hadn't drank as much as I did and agreed to go into a club for mid twenty douche bags that would rather fight than fuck.
:facepalm:
Went out last night with some buddies. The guys were hanging out with some chicks and there was a one dude tag along that looked exactly like this dude...
A spitting image. And so I was really drunk and it was late and I knew my wife would love an autograph.
So I say, "My wife really loves your show. Is there any way I can get an autograph?"
It was kind-natured, sincere... I may have even smiled a little bigger than normal...
The dude takes his beer bottle and tries to smash it against my head.... I immediately think two things...
#!. The guy from Glee is smashing a beer bottle on my head. Pretty awesome.
#2. The guy from Glee is about to die.
The first thing I say to him is are you fucking stupid?
The first thing I do is try to pop out his eye ball.
I almost succeed.
This whole scenario would never had happened if the following things had not happened.
#1 My wife made me watch that fucking horrible show.
#2. I hadn't been half entertained by that horrible show.
#3. If I hadn't mistakenly called some guy a Hollywood star that plays a very gay guy on tv.
#4. If I hadn't drank as much as I did and agreed to go into a club for mid twenty douche bags that would rather fight than fuck.
:facepalm:
The story... Sooooo...
Went out last night with some buddies. The guys were hanging out with some chicks and there was a one dude tag along that looked exactly like this dude...
A spitting image. And so I was really drunk and it was late and I knew my wife would love an autograph.
So I say, "My wife really loves your show. Is there any way I can get an autograph?"
It was kind-natured, sincere... I may have even smiled a little bigger than normal...
The dude takes his beer bottle and tries to smash it against my head.... I immediately think two things...
#!. The guy from Glee is smashing a beer bottle on my head. Pretty awesome.
#2. The guy from Glee is about to die.
The first thing I say to him is are you fucking stupid?
The first thing I do is try to pop out his eye ball.
I almost succeed.
This whole scenario would never had happened if the following things had not happened.
#1 My wife made me watch that fucking horrible show.
#2. I hadn't been half entertained by that horrible show.
#3. If I hadn't mistakenly called some guy a Hollywood star that plays a very gay guy on tv.
#4. If I hadn't drank as much as I did and agreed to go into a club for mid twenty douche bags that would rather fight than fuck.
:facepalm:
M?nage ? trois gone bad:shrug:
If you're serious about quitting alcohol, a sincere best wish for success. I wish I had your courage.
If you're just reacting to a bad night out, then I'd suggest quitting Glee before quitting alcohol. Not to mention, stay out of those younger bars, and just go to older bars, where the rest of us frequent and realize how much we all have to lose by situations like that.
Either way, good luck. It certainly is nice to look at the scenery in those 20-something bars, though. I am headed out into that next weekend, most likely, and I'll probably have my own story after that...
:facepalm:
If you're just reacting to a bad night out, then I'd suggest quitting Glee before quitting alcohol. Not to mention, stay out of those younger bars, and just go to older bars, where the rest of us frequent and realize how much we all have to lose by situations like that.
Either way, good luck. It certainly is nice to look at the scenery in those 20-something bars, though. I am headed out into that next weekend, most likely, and I'll probably have my own story after that...
:facepalm:
Woody is not very far outta his 20 somethings...he aint as old as "most" of us:mj07:
did you get a good lick in bud:shrug:
It gets better...
So my phone was dead and I turn it on to discover a call from "Big Cal".
I called my buddy to see what all this was about...
Apparently around 3AM we went to Tattles Tales... :facepalm: It was closing so we snuck in after the bouncer had already thrown us out.
This explains the vivid memory of seeing a chick with a "Your Name" tramp stamped. I kid you not, she actually had "Your Name" tattooed above her ass...
So, as the bouncer throws us out again, I get it in my head we need to go to another bar... So we walk into a bar up the road from Tattle Tales and it is 100% Canadian. Like 200 pieces of pepper and 2 specks of Salt. After having my head used to a shatter a bottle earlier in the night, I'm not taking any chances and I hire a body guard inside of the trashy bar.
I'm not sure how much I paid him but I woke up with his card in my pocket, a couple hundred light in the pocket, and a voicemail saying to call him anytime...
Here's his card...
So my phone was dead and I turn it on to discover a call from "Big Cal".
I called my buddy to see what all this was about...
Apparently around 3AM we went to Tattles Tales... :facepalm: It was closing so we snuck in after the bouncer had already thrown us out.
This explains the vivid memory of seeing a chick with a "Your Name" tramp stamped. I kid you not, she actually had "Your Name" tattooed above her ass...
So, as the bouncer throws us out again, I get it in my head we need to go to another bar... So we walk into a bar up the road from Tattle Tales and it is 100% Canadian. Like 200 pieces of pepper and 2 specks of Salt. After having my head used to a shatter a bottle earlier in the night, I'm not taking any chances and I hire a body guard inside of the trashy bar.
I'm not sure how much I paid him but I woke up with his card in my pocket, a couple hundred light in the pocket, and a voicemail saying to call him anytime...
Here's his card...
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Wife just got home. Apparently I don't have a choice in the matter anyways...
Seems as though someone fell through the shower around 4:30AM...
She asked did I happen to know who it was... I told her I would ask around....
:facepalm:
Seems as though someone fell through the shower around 4:30AM...
She asked did I happen to know who it was... I told her I would ask around....
:facepalm:
SixFive: I don't like beer.
Joker: The fuck?
SixFive: I really enjoy Long Island Iced Teas, I like tea.
Joker: The fuck?
SixFive: Why can't vodka taste sweeter.
Joker: :facepalm:
SixFive: Whiskey burns my insides.
Joker: (has already left. SixFive is talking to himself)
SixFive: This music sure is loud.
