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Ok, so one day, we decide those Chinese sonsofabitches... are going down. (kidding Alix)

Anyways...

Went to a bar last week. It was a HOOT. I positively loved it there. It was fun, it was enjoyable.

Until which time as the other two members of my adventuring party (heh) decide to have it out. That was the suck. Nonetheless, it was ok, after all was said and done. Not awesome, but OK. Got a girl's phone number, that was MUCH awesome (never ever ever ever ever done that before) and had, generally, a great time.

Now, this week, I go again. I hear Chicklet is going to be there. WOO! Well, anyhow, I go. I borrow $10 off a friend to go at that. It's great. 25 cent pitcher beer! WOO! So there we are, my friend (from high school, so great to hang out again) and she's got some triangle action going on. Ok, not really any of my business, but you know what, I don't care. I run interference as best I can. (You try entertaining a Bull Dyke lesbian for an hour straight and then come back and talk to me, I dare ya.) but all in all, it's a failed attempt. MODERATE success at best.

Anyhow... watched some of the strippers at Lady Godiva's do body shots (YAY! TITS!) for a while. (Did I mention tits?) That was pretty cool. (Tits, they rock I tell you!) But my friend gets into a scuffle. I say a scuffle cause any more than that, and I woulda drug homeboy out by his nose and beat the sumbitch within an inch of his life. (That's my current mood, so's you know. Happy, but violent)

Regardless, shit gets resolved. No blood, no foul... so I think. My friend (who'd broken said knee about 5 years back) busted her knee. Like with the bad. It was the suck. So, we leave (before I could teach more people how to Riverdance. Not that it matters much. I'd rather cover friend's ass than traipse about like a piss-faced sod).

We get to the car. No issue. Friend is in some serious pain. I go to talk her through it. It works, for the most part.

Until the Ohio cops pull us over for one headlight being out. Then, it becomes the Suck. How? Well, she tells them she busted her knee up, so they haul her ass out anyways and give her field sobriety. She fails, because of said knee. She then blows enough on the breathalizer to show she's legally drunk. So...

Our happy asses. (ok, not so happy) get hauled up to a trooper patrol station.

Now, here's where it gets funky.

Cop asks me, can I drive myself home. No. I can't drive a stick. (Friend's car is a manual) even if I could, I shouldn't have been driving, glad I wasn't, honestly (damnit, did I mention I saw tits tonight?). So, he asks can I get a ride.

Thank heavens there's people gaming at the shop, so I call, and get a ride.

Now, not only does this person (Garrett) come get me, he also posts the $150 to get my friend out of jail for the night. Not to mention, he blows what coulda been a hella fun night to do it. It took them for FUCKING ever to get shit done up there.

What's so cool about this is... Garrett doesn't hardly know the girl. Sincerely, he doesn't. Met her once or twice.

If there's a God, he damned well better have paid attention to what Garrett did, or so help me, upon my time at judgment, I will beat the living shit out of said being. Or worse... No shit, that not only impressed the HELL outta me, it reminded me why when I razz the guy, it's because he knows I'm fucking around with him.

Also, I wanna thank Jared for calling and checking on things. I admit, I was an ass (drunk, still am kinda) but all is well on that end as well.

So, beer, tits, police, and all that other fun shit.

Fuck it, life is good. At least for me. Babe (you know who you are), you need me, say the word hon. I'm all over it.

Fuckin' headlight issues SUCK!

Also... said friend was comfortable with the idea of being a Suicide Girl...

Guess which lucky Motherfucker (incidentailly named after the king of all fae) gets to take the pics?