<< Wist | Main | Graduation Day >> February 16, 2006 >> Mike coined the term 'mak-o-lait', not me
This guy in particular was super rad... he sported a rotten bandaged thumb which he waved about with enthusiasm and often rubbed sensually up and down Dave's unreceptive arm. When Mr. Pig tried to give him the boot, he thought we were being told to leave and argued vehemently and drunkenly on our behalf. We watched him firmly grasp a scalding hot water pipe no less than three times as he wheeled around the bar, jerking his hand back with a shout each time. But he didn't learn a thing, because within minutes he'd be reaching for that pipe again despite our cries of warning. The whole encounter was a hideous and hilarious exercise in natural selection, and the weakest link had his thumb bandaged for a reason. I wished I had some candy or moldy bread or something to give him, but we only had tin kettles full of milky booze and it was quite clear that he would find some way to set himself on fire if we liquored him up any further. So he left, and then we left too, and then a saucerful of space-giraffes made me their leader. Posted by Chris at 10:16 AM >> Commentations (2)
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