05-22-2004, 05:17 PM
Nothing sucks worse than losing you favorite drinking spot.
Here in the Philly Area, all of the little quiet spots I frequent in Old City will be swarming with Real World faggots and the like just trying to get on TV. I'm trying to enjoy them while I still can. It's not looking good though, cause taping started May 5th, and it's already apparent.
I'll edit this post and toss this story in for the hell of it:
2 Weeks ago a bunch of us from work were at an establishment and some drunk ass fucking mob of college kids roll in. I have no problem with having a good time, but the constant "WOOOOO" drunks were getting annoying.
I'm at a urinal in the bathroom, and one of these fucks pick the one directly on my right (despite 3 or 4 other options on the wall). With his left elbow he bumps me on the right hip, where I'm carrying a Glock 10mm.
"Hey was that a cell phone? Let me make a call man" and he goes to reach under my shirt tail to get it. Thankfully I was zipping up, and just spun around and away from him.
"Sorry, my phone's out of minutes."
"Oh ok, man. That's cool. That's cool."
I should have drawn on him and put the thing in his mouth like Eastwood, but I enjoy being employed
Here in the Philly Area, all of the little quiet spots I frequent in Old City will be swarming with Real World faggots and the like just trying to get on TV. I'm trying to enjoy them while I still can. It's not looking good though, cause taping started May 5th, and it's already apparent.
I'll edit this post and toss this story in for the hell of it:
2 Weeks ago a bunch of us from work were at an establishment and some drunk ass fucking mob of college kids roll in. I have no problem with having a good time, but the constant "WOOOOO" drunks were getting annoying.
I'm at a urinal in the bathroom, and one of these fucks pick the one directly on my right (despite 3 or 4 other options on the wall). With his left elbow he bumps me on the right hip, where I'm carrying a Glock 10mm.
"Hey was that a cell phone? Let me make a call man" and he goes to reach under my shirt tail to get it. Thankfully I was zipping up, and just spun around and away from him.
"Sorry, my phone's out of minutes."
"Oh ok, man. That's cool. That's cool."
I should have drawn on him and put the thing in his mouth like Eastwood, but I enjoy being employed