This is fairly random. Yesterday while walking around on my lunch break I saw a guy who strongly resembled Frank Zappa sitting at red light. I could hear Chuck Berry coming from his car. I thought it was odd, Zappa look-a-like listening to Johnny B. Goode.
Tonight one of the bar regulars got fucked up bad. He's not the most popular guy in the bar, in fact he is 86'd from the bar next door. So when he finally left he was so fucked up he almost fell going out the door. So I told the bartender I would walk him home. I got him home, and when I got back to the bar the bartender gave me two tokens. And when I ordered my last drink, she wouldn't let me pay for it. This is so weird to me, because I always view myself as an outsider. But now it looks like I"m a regular
Tonight one of the bar regulars got fucked up bad. He's not the most popular guy in the bar, in fact he is 86'd from the bar next door. So when he finally left he was so fucked up he almost fell going out the door. So I told the bartender I would walk him home. I got him home, and when I got back to the bar the bartender gave me two tokens. And when I ordered my last drink, she wouldn't let me pay for it. This is so weird to me, because I always view myself as an outsider. But now it looks like I"m a regular
We should team up, I`d earn us a dozen free drinks per weekend easy
Today in France is a bank holiday. Christians celebrate Pentecost. Also, we commemorate June 6th 1944 and D-Day. Here's the cemetery of Colleville-sur-mer in Normandie.
My great uncles and grandfather used to sit around the table at family reunions when I was a kid, drinking beer and sharing a treasury worth of stories from the Pacific and Europe during WWII. Well, my great uncle Harlan (super nice guy, passed away in 2010) was part of the landing during Overlord, though he was fortunate enough to come in after the beach heads were secured.
In a nutshell, I remember him telling a story about how they found a wooden crate of table wine sitting out in the open in a small village they came through in the hedgerow country. There was debate over whether or not the bottles were booby trapped or possibly poisoned by those dastardly Germans. But, of course, the French folk commonly left gifts for the advancing Allied soldiers to find. Moreover, Uncle Harlan said they hadn’t had a drink since England and so they wasted little time uncorking the stuff. C-rations and red table wine must have been like a banquet to them.
A salute and a salut to their memory this June 6th.
Tonight one of the bar regulars got fucked up bad. He's not the most popular guy in the bar, in fact he is 86'd from the bar next door. So when he finally left he was so fucked up he almost fell going out the door. So I told the bartender I would walk him home. I got him home, and when I got back to the bar the bartender gave me two tokens. And when I ordered my last drink, she wouldn't let me pay for it. This is so weird to me, because I always view myself as an outsider. But now it looks like I"m a regular
Did you tell that drunk about this website? We need more like him. Wonder what he has to say. Sounds like shades of Jimmy Lester to me. Could spell trouble.
Found myself in the Matrix and took the red pill. Now I want the blue pill and my bottle and leave me alone.