So I'm standing here amidst the beer cans, tipping a bottle back and admiring the utter chaos that happens when one loses a bet. It's a pretty sight... Eric just flew past doing his snake run, Bitterman's over in the corner dropping ass on any and all unsuspecting souls, 'Neck's been busy hanging beer signs, Zonker's still sniffing his ion machine, Yabu is practicing coordination, and Cat's sharing the joys of Irish girls. Outside, I hear Key Monroe trying to get in.
I thought I would just enjoy the show quietly, but 'Neck called me to do my part. However, he wouldn't make a copy of the keys for me. Maybe it had to do with my telling him I needed his whole key ring... I coulda had me a truck!
Anyways, I've got no keys. No internet, either. Thankfully, Tammi has been kind enough to let me use her computer... wait. I do have the keys! What the hell was she thinking?! Heheheh... I've got the master key!
Ah, but I won't get too carried away, yet. My tales of folks shitting their pants, or pus pops and ingrown toenails will have to wait.
I will let you those of you who are local know that Fritz has added a new appetizer to his menu. Unfortunately, the fryers won't be going Sunday, but should any of you get to make it to Stillman, I highly recommend the jalapeno bottlecaps. Not hot, but pretty damn tasty. Be warned, though... they are much hotter on the way out.
That 1 Guy
Posted by Tammi at January 5, 2006 03:06 PM