Is it just me or does this picture look like the infamous John Wayne Gacy? Maybe i am just crazy....THEY'RE STEALING MY LIFE!!!!!!! Anyway it's friday night wtf am i still doing home? better yet, wtf are you doing home reading my stupid web page? Lata o and remember kids "The bigger the headache, the bigger the pillin'."

Life's Lessons
Funny thing happened lastnight...While out having a cold beer and a few laughs at one of the local shit-holes here in the seedier part of town i was privy to a very interesting sight. Picture this: A guy walks into a bar, very typical rough neck lookingguy, medium build, very muscular, wearing jeans, workboots, and no shirt. Sits down at the bar next to me and orders a "bud". Now this doesnt disturb me, but the following does. So the guy orders a beer and sits quietly for an hour then gets up, walks to the rest room. I would not have noticed except that the guy had left a package on the bar. Anyway i go back to my drinking and shameless flirting with the cute bartender serving me scotch when the guy comes back. The guy sits down and this time orders a shot of JD wheezing and out of breath. As the bartender runs to the otherside of the bar i notice this gentleman reaching over the bar towards the tip jar. At this i cough very loudly, attracting the attention of the lovely young bartender. Noticeing the guy stealing money out of the tip jar she promptly walks over to the roughneck guy as if nothing had happened and leans over with a cute smile on her face and promptly starts playing with the guys nipple rings. After playing with the nipple rings and gigglying for a minute or two the bartender tuggs on his rings drawing him close and whispers somthing into his ear. whatever it was the look on his face was that of terror. Seconds later the bartender quickly pushes him back roughly, sending the gentleman sprawling onto the floor screaming in pain and curled into the fetal position. And there behind the bar stands the tiny lithe thing with something shiny in each hand, grinning like a kid in a candy store. After a minute or two of being on the floor the now nipple less gentleman gets up and starts for the door. Commotion ends and patrons go back to their drinking and all is well. After digesting this interesting sight i call to the bartender who promptly comes over and takes my order. A shot of vodka for me and a shot for her. Soon later i leave with yet another number in the Capn's book and a lesson learned. What did i learn from this you may ask? Never show people your weaknesses, cause eventually someone sometime is going to use the against you. Oh yeah, and DONT FUCK WITH THE BARTENDER!

Funny thing happened lastnight...While out having a cold beer and a few laughs at one of the local shit-holes here in the seedier part of town i was privy to a very interesting sight. Picture this: A guy walks into a bar, very typical rough neck lookingguy, medium build, very muscular, wearing jeans, workboots, and no shit. Sits down at the bar next to me and orders a "bud". Now this doesnt disturb me, but the following does. So the guy orders a beer and sits quietly for an hour then gets up, walks to the rest room. I would not have noticed except that the guy had left a package on the bar. Anyway i go back to my drinking and shameless flirting with the cute bartender serving me scotch when the guy comes back. The guy sits down and this time orders a shot of JD wheezing and out of breath. As the bartender runs to the otherside of the bar i notice this gentleman reaching over the bar towards the tip jar. At this i cough very loudly, attracting the attention of the lovely young bartender. At this she promptly walks over to the roughneck guy leans over with a cute smile on her face and promptly starts playing with the guys nipple rings. After playing with the nipple rings and gigglying for a minute or two the bartender tuggs on his rings drawing him close and whispers somthing into his ear. whatever it was the look on his face was that of terror. Seconds later the bartender quickly pushes him back roughly, sending the gentleman sprawling onto the floor screaming in pain and curled into the fetal position. And there behind the bar stands the tiny lithe thing with something shiny in each hand, grinning like a kid in a candy store. After a minute or two of being on the floor the now nipple less gentleman gets up and starts for the door. Commotion ends and patrons go back to their drinking and all is well. After digesting this interesting sight i call to the bartender who promptly comes over and takes my order. A shot of vodka for me and a shot for her. Soon later i leave with yet another number in the Capn's book and a lesson learned. What did i learn from this you may ask? Never show people your weaknesses, cause eventually someone sometime is going to use the against you. Oh yeah, and DONT FUCK WITH THE BARTENDER!