Whatever

I demand pictures of him wearing that now!

 

Collecting hair for another Ullie. Highest bidder wins!

 

Alrighty,, condensed version.

When I was turning 19 (legal drinking age in Canada ), I went to the bar with some friends to celebrate. A guy from high school shows up with his buddies. We didn't get along. I was hammered. Him and his buddies cornered me in the bar at closing time. My friends were wussies. I'm not very big but the biggest of my friends. So they scattered. He was bound and determined to fight. So I came out swinging cuz that was all I could do. The bouncers tossed us both out on our collective asses. I walked away no less than 4 times. He kept attacking me. I kept winning. Eventually, I got to the car and said let's go to the police station and Kay a complaint. Cops went to the hospital and saw how fucked up he was and I got arrested for aggravated assault. Smdh...

 

I'll take some as well.

 

I know someone who loves pumpkins.

EDIT: so, sure women's medium is perfect.

 

Wow!!

 

That bullshit caused me so many problems in the years to follow...

 

That kid!!

 

I bet!

 

make a sweater

 

Bar stories...
I was kicked out several times for being underage...no biggie there, ya dont know if ya dont try.

There use to be a bar in town owned by a 'rather large' lady (the bar was called Ruth's, prolly because her name was Ruth ). Anyhow, the old gal would let you run a tab all night and pay when you left, but....she had this bad habit of charging you for an extra few beers if she thought you were drunk enough.
So one day after work me and these two gals I worked with went there to soak back a few beers. I got the bright idea to jot down our beer count on one of them there beer napkins. Well, ol Ruth saw my napkin and went all apeshit crazy. She yelled at me wanting to know what I was doing, I told her I was just keeping her honest cause apparently she wasn't too good at it herself. She told me to pay for my drinks and get the hell out. So I'm up there paying and the gal that was taking the money charged me for a couple extra beers.

Another time a dude I was with broke a beer bottle over another feller's cranium, they didnt let us stick around much longer after that.

 

I was married at 18…. I could get into bars with Phil cuz he was my legal guardian. I didn’t drink tho, I was preggers.

 

I only hit the bars for a couple of years before I realized I never should've stopped.

 

Never should have stopped??

 

Gnite Whatevererers

 

nite

 

Nite nite...

 

Gnite Charlie