Posted By: Doc Holliday at 7:12 pm
So I woke up this morning to my buddy handing me his phone. Our other friend left him a message at 2 am and he wanted me to listen to it.
-Yo what up it’s Omar…
-(random voice in background) SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
-Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Hang on, hang on, hang on…
-(45 seconds of incoherent arguing)
I have yet to hear the details of this event, but apparently I was the one who was told to shut the fuck up. I have a vague recollection of some kid being a chief outside of Wonder Bar and I let him know it. Didn’t get in a fight though so it may end up being a non-story, but the point of this tale is that I was all hopped up on Jim Beam. Needless to say I’ll be drinking whiskey again tonight. Indulge yourselves.
-A good toast
Here’s to the breezes
That blows through the treeses
That blows girls skirt high above their kneeses
To reveal that place that teases
And spreads diseases
Oh what a snatch
Down the hatch
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