While trying to avoid Operation Last Call, last night I staggered into my bar, the Black Pussy Cat Cafe, and demanded a beer. The bartender informed me that he was not allowed to serve alcohol to drunken patrons.
After a few harsh words from me, the bartender suggested to me that I prove I wasn't drunk by doing twenty push-ups on the floor.
As I was doing the push-ups, another drunk staggered into the bar and saw me on the floor doing push-ups.
He looked at me for a minute and then kicked me in the ribs saying, "Fella, I think your girl friend has gone home."
Oh the shame. :oops:
Drunk in the Black Pussy Cat
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Drunk in the Black Pussy Cat
Last edited by Chip00 on Sat Apr 15, 2006 12:52 pm, edited 2 times in total.
