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(Posted to r.m.h on Thu, 07 Jul 2002)
Roach wrote: Funny thing how Roach relays this story. Line 'em up on me, Bartender as I finish the *rest* of the story... Bill had been acting a little strange for most of the rest of the evening last Hang night... riding a little faster... laughing a little louder. I guess the "slime" really got to him. As PH) 17 told in an earlier story, later that night at Giuseppes (about 2AM Thursday morning) a couple of boneheads came into the bar and started eyeballin' us from across the room. Next thing you know drunk #1 (no TM) suggests that he's gonna kick the guy in the baseball hat's ass! I look around and the only one with a hat on be yours truly! Well, with this new found information I start thinkin' about how I was going to ride home with one bare foot after I jam my boot up this guy's ass, and we Hoodlums) start making our way to the other side of the bar to commence a friendly conversation with these youngsters. They got the message and made their way to the door. As we pursued them, drunk #1 stumbles at the door, falls on his face and as he flips over I manage to get my boot firmly planted on his throat. At that moment I felt a bit of a twinge in my ankle and saw a brief flash of eerie green light! I looked down and drunk #1 was gone, but my bare foot was immersed in a puddle of viscous green ooze!!! Shit!! I had been SLIMED too, on the very same night as #2 got slimed and as #17 became #17! Damn... is this confusing or WHAT!! Bill and Curt were just looking around wondering how drunk #1 and #2 dissappeared so fast. I was afraid to show them my foot. I rode home that early morning with a different view of things... left foot bare and slimy wondering what happened to drunk #1... and my boot! Have another one on me my Bruddahs!!
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