Well Wensday was my birthday, and I got the one present I really wanted, to get lite up like a chistmas tree, and do it in style! Goal met. I got off of work an hour early, Changed clothes in the parking lot, into my fashsion whore outfit, and I'm off. I get to the Muddy Pig just as everbody had gathered threre, scattered through out the bar, it's a little bristo with a killer list of Belgian Ales. I walk in and form ever corner of the bar people yell "Paul's here." (side note: Johnny Cashes Folsom Prison Bules is playing) As the whole bar looks at me, I spot my buddy Brian at the bar walk up and he says, "I think you should get a LaTrppe Tripple." The biggest stiffest beer they got FUCK YEAH. I scan the bar and the boothes a tables are to small to fit the whole party, but the patio is clear and it's a nice night. We move to the patio and the beers start flowing like water. My friend James orders me an Alagash White, a hella smooth beer with a crisp taste. Whe're joking and smoking up watching the cops roll by on the street, when my nigga Steve says "who do you think the frist to shimmy up the rain guter is, I know he said that just to implat the Idea in my head but it worked I hopped up and got up the frist six feet or so just to prove it could be done then jump off. I went in side to pee, walked up to Crackhead Elvis at the bar and ordered a Scoldis, another stiff beer, scmoozed inside for a bit then went back out to the deck. Now I'm on to drinking Duvel, and starting to get hazy. Handsome Pete had to do a corior run and came back to order me another Scoldis. I'm all worried about pounding as much as possible before last call so Brian orders me a Sterkens. I'm pretty lite up now our waitress was supper cool and didn't give us last call till like half an hour after you normaly would. So thank to all for the birthday wishes, and for drinks, and thanks to the waitress for not cutting us off till I was good and fucked. Frankly after that I don't remeber much, work the next day sucked ass. The beer shits where friece up until yeserday afternoon when I pounded out the last of it in the gym.
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*drool* She reminds me of someone.
Damn, Happy lat Bday brotha.
Sounds like a hell of a time. Never, ever suggest to do somthin to someone who has been slammin a few back. They will always proceed with the suggestion. All in good fun though. Hell, it was your birthday, you gotta cut loose. Nice! on the cocktail girls part.
The only part i don't like, like the stuff you mentioned, is the aftermath.