Monday, July 28, 2008

Not Too Smooth, Exlax

After drinking several pitchers of beer at this particular bar, at the ripe old age of nineteen, the bartender suddenly decided to check IDs at our table. Perhaps we were becoming slightly roudy. I can't imagine, but it's possible. When we couldn't produce any ID we were threatened with bodily harm if we didn't vacate the premises immediately kindly asked to leave.

After being kicked out of

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