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.
Ingredients:
-Whiskey
-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
Appeases
And spreads diseases
Oh what a snatch
Down the hatch
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