|
not drunk now, but saturday i was in an irish pub drinking lots of woodchuck amber cider (about 2 pitchers worth and a few miller lites) and some guy wouldn't stop yelling like tarzan so i got up and yelled at him to shut the fuck up or i was going to beat his fucking ass out of the pub. he stopped.
something about being in an irish pub brings out the angry fightin' irish in my blood.
__________________
good-evil.net - ahh, wade boggs...goes down smooth.
|