Thursday, January 31, 2008

If these walls could talk, they'd vomit.

I was sitting in my local bar last night. It was after closing, and the manager had let a few of his regulars stay on. Including a girl I didn’t recognise, who had an Australian accent.

Myself: "Hey what are you doing? I’m the token Australian for this bar tonight."

Her: "You don’t remember me do you. I was here on Sunday. You were with a small group and you were all plastered. You and your mate were behind the bar pouring your own drinks. At one point you had a chick sitting in your lap and you were snogging her while you had a mouthful of Cashews. Your mate snorted a line of salt off the bar, then got up on the staircase and started singing Yothu Yindi songs while banging two wooden cocktail mixers together. I left at about 8pm, but apparently a few hours later people were walking around the pub naked."


My god, this chick has clearly not gotten her facts straight.





They were Pringles, not Cashews.

posted by Beef at Thursday, January 31, 2008

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

if this is a true story why the hell was i not invited! O no wait i moved back to Australia and dont have these sort of crazy nights anymore. i apologise.... MUUUUUUNICIPAL!

7:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

on another note i was going through some old posts simey and think that there needs to be a new NECK UP award layed out! maybe a post dedicated to Sewell! i know sean miss' him god knows i do!

7:58 PM  

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