This is a mostly fictitious story possibly based on somewhat actual events that may or may not have occurred on Saturday night…the characters names have been changed to conceal their identities…um…nevermind the photo’s…
(No photo of “T2” is available at this time)
Three amigos, Homie “G”, Homie “T”, and “T2”, set out for a night of fun, the plan was to meet up with a group of other friends at a quaint little place for a few rounds of drinks and some
bad um awesome singing, when late in the afternoon it seemed as though the group of others would not be able to make it out. Oh NO! Plans had been foiled and Homie “G” was feeling a bit like the night was going to be a flop. Homie “T”, however, still optimistic that a night of fun was still ahead. So after much deliberation, the three set out to the quaint little place anyway.
Upon arriving, their favorite high top was empty and calling their names, they got seated and ordered up a bucket of beer. The high top next to theirs was occupied by another group of three amigos, how ironic? We will call them Pink, Brown, and Big “R”. Homie “G” addresses the group at the other high top, because she is bold like that. It appeared as though it was Pinks birthday and the three of them were there to celebrate, Pink was already close to three sheets and was an absolute blast! Brown a little quieter but still a fun girl was well on her way also, Big R seemed to be the instigator in why the two girls were already toast at 9:30 in the evening.
Soon the two high tops became one, and the two groups of three became a group of six, new friendships had been formed!
“T”, “G”, Pink and Brown continue to tear the place up with lots of
horrific, I mean ROCKSTAR singing, and laughter, as Big R and “T2” look fondly upon their chicks. The night was going fairly smoothly at this point and Big R decides to order up a round of Blow Jobs for the group. “G” being a beer only kinda gal, hesitantly slams her Blow Job all the while proclaiming her blatant dislike of hard liquor because she knows she will pay severely for it later, and BTW…it tasted like heaven.
As the evening turned into the wee hours of the morning…1:00am, the bar owners decide to kick them all out…no, I don’t know why…it’s not like the six amigos were out of control or anything…anyway, after the exchange of phone numbers and emails, and lots of hugs kisses and “I love you’s”, cuz you know when you are that drunk, you will hug anyone near you, and friendships that were formed at a bar in 3.5hours “are” for life and you suddenly love these people and you will miss them dearly for sure. Pink, Brown, and Big R, stumble across the parking lot to the hotel they were staying, and “G”, “T”, and “T2”, get in their motor vehicle to drive home (fortunately “T2” was sober to drive), “T2” and “G” arrive in “T’s” driveway to drop her off and proceed home.
Approximately 1 mile later…“G” says…
“I don’t…BLAAAHHEECCH…I don’t feel so good…hmmm…that strangely tasted like a Blow Job”…no, silly not that kind…the one “G” drank…nevermind
Hey, did you know it is totally un cool to blow chow all over a Lincoln Navigator? Neither did “G” until Saturday night!
Stay tuned for the sequel…The Halloween Story, where “T”, “G”, “T2”, and a new character (to be announced) will be playing out their roles in an adventure taking place at Roddy’s, a little shit hole bar in…oh forget it…just stay tuned!