We picked the perfect night to go out. Ladies night! We weren't planning on drinking, but after our meal we sat down at the bar and decided to have a free drink. I asked for a dreamsicle flavored drink. Well, the bartender has Thursdays off and the substitute has no clue how to tend bar. Basically, she filled a tea glass up with vanilla vodka and splashed some orange flavoring over it. I was tipsy after one and really close to wasted after two.
As we were sitting at the bar, a 'regular' was sitting next to us, eating cajun flavored trail mix. The bartender dumped out the mix and added some more to the glass while the getting-drunker-by-the-minute man protested. He said he was enjoying eating the crumbs, even if some of them tasted like arm pit...
What?
Apparently, our surprise at what he said meant 'interested' to him and he spent about 10 minutes trying to get us to taste the 'armpit crunchies.' Andrea sniffed one of them and he thought she ate it. That's when he said the words "Tastes like armpits, don't it?" Umm, no. Like she's going to eat something that tastes like armpits.
5 comments:
what it is about you that attracts random skeavy drunk guys? remember the freak in vegas that was hanging with you and sara? or wishing he could? mmm please pass the armpit appetizers :-)
Just how you would you know what an armpit tastes like ? Smelled like an armpit I could understand lol
OH ewww ewwwwww.
You know, those little shared bowls of bar snackies are germ laden, so they quite possibly DO taste like armpit.
It's just like.... Crap! WTF was his name? How could I forget Vegas cowboy? But at least he didn't try to get us to eat anything, other than... ah, nm.
LMAO, sounds like a fun night. However I am curious how anyone would know what armpits taste like! What a freak.
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