Late? Yes. At the bar? Yes. Drunk? Yes. Have a life? No. Well, I'm drunk here at the local bar and while I was sending out a small update to some of my fellow workers, I was heckled. Yes, heckled. For fuck's sake I'm trying to get a little fucking work done. By whom do you ask? Pete Rose's sister. Believe it or not it was. In all honesty, we were inseperable. Was there a moment? I think so. She breathed heavily on my neck while she badgered me about "why the fuck are you working" and shit like that. Really, I can't help it that some people have jobs you dirt leg skank. I wouldn't mind kicking her straight in the puss. Right now I am getting the waitress here to get me a good picture of her dancing in her drunk state in front of nobody. Yeah bitch. I have the upper hand here. I have pull and I hope that the next time your raspy ass voice doesn't ever talk to me again. If you do then I will seriously drop kick your 74 year old mother from Planes, Trains and Automobile looking ass through a wall. Well Take this bitch.
Nice dancing.......as if anyone would notice.
*UPDATE: Yeah, I hit it.