the bar

'european drinking parlour' night at b-list university's graduate student bar...

two nights a week i bartend at the graduate student bar at b-list university. it's true, evil needs to pay his bills. these two nights have really come to represent everything that is interesting in my life, and this week has been *quite interesting*... above you will notice a large collection of average looking people slamming a liquid cocaine. yes, this was monday... bunny and i sat around after work and got drunk enough that we informed the bar patrons that monday's were now 'european drinking parlour' nights. we instructed everyone to push their tables together and get to know their neighbours, and which point we had k-roc pour a dozen liquid cocaines... jajajajajaja... that was fun. (what's most hilarious, is that every thinks bunny and i are cool here -- they'll do whatever we tell them. jajajajaja... my ego is never going to survive leaving this job.)

tuesday night was also interesting. after a weird but very good night (packed bar, cool crowd, everyone drinking -- perfect!), this regular customer i will call salty lips, and my two co-workers kewl k and s-roc (both male) and i sat around after work to have a (1) beer. it started innocently enough... a few drinks, bullshitting about music. within two hours we were TRASHED and had pulled each others shirts off and were dancing to lady sovereign and m.i.a. (courtesy leviticus) and progressive techno (courtesy gashish)... it was in this mind-state and encouraged by s-roc, some cigarettes, and some liquid courage, that i decided to make my move on salty lips in fulfillment of *the pussy challenge* i have going on with _____...

it around this point in the night that shit ...ahem... got weird.

seems s-roc was gagging for some affection too, so he began to suggest that we do a little menage behind the bar... (kewl k was excluded in this proposal) as s-roc is the spitting image of jack twist himself, i found this *quite* hilarious... with our shirts off we began to dance real close. grinding... did the sandwich, all three of us alternating as the meat. but evil decided he didn't want to share, so after a rousing game of drunken bar tag, i pulled salty lips into the dart alcove and pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. for some reason, we decided to pull each other's pants down... yep, we made out with our pants around our ankles.

and then we pulled our pants up and joined the others.

weird.

i shall try again _____... i shall try again...