jerry420
10-27-2007, 12:35 AM
hello friends...welcome...
my first tale of bevy terror starts when i was 19 and in London, England...
my buddy's dan, ray and i had just gotten off the bus going from Heathrow to London...we had been up for nearly twenty hours and we were looking to get a face on...we came upon this shitty dive of a diner that after some persuasion, served us drinks at nine AM...we wanted strong drink and when i saw the long island iced tea on the drink menu, looked like just the put me down i needed...
i started ordering drink after drink when after about the fourth long island, i saw through my buzzed sleep deprived eyes, a floater in my fucking drink...i couldnt identify what it was, a crumb perhaps...maybe my vapid eyes were playing tricks on me? i went and poked at it with the straw...it definately had substance...at first i was taken aback, but as the cold reality set in i realized i could have been drinking some limey's mouth crumbs all morning...
i needed stronger drink to stop myself from vomiting in sheer terror...we like three mildly retarded chaps left that place of disgust, and moved on to a bar as it was past noon...we ended up at a nice little pub called "the zoo bar"...very clean and the gorgeous dutch girl bartending made the thoughts of limey crumbs exit my mind like some shit stained minotaur exiting the laberynth that is my viscera...
i ordered two shots of tequila and slammed them in a quick yet graceful manner reminicent of a mother breast feeding her child...as our buzzes increased, so did our bravado causing us to start ordering pitcher after pitcher of long island iced teas with these australian gentleman alternating cost back and forth between our groups...eventually we all had to retire as we all had a face on that would certainly fetch the attention of the local constables...
that morning i was still enebriated to the point of stumbling around trying not to vomit where i fell...at last i reached the bathroom where i promptly painted the porceline god like some esophagiel jackson pollock canvas...
my first tale of bevy terror starts when i was 19 and in London, England...
my buddy's dan, ray and i had just gotten off the bus going from Heathrow to London...we had been up for nearly twenty hours and we were looking to get a face on...we came upon this shitty dive of a diner that after some persuasion, served us drinks at nine AM...we wanted strong drink and when i saw the long island iced tea on the drink menu, looked like just the put me down i needed...
i started ordering drink after drink when after about the fourth long island, i saw through my buzzed sleep deprived eyes, a floater in my fucking drink...i couldnt identify what it was, a crumb perhaps...maybe my vapid eyes were playing tricks on me? i went and poked at it with the straw...it definately had substance...at first i was taken aback, but as the cold reality set in i realized i could have been drinking some limey's mouth crumbs all morning...
i needed stronger drink to stop myself from vomiting in sheer terror...we like three mildly retarded chaps left that place of disgust, and moved on to a bar as it was past noon...we ended up at a nice little pub called "the zoo bar"...very clean and the gorgeous dutch girl bartending made the thoughts of limey crumbs exit my mind like some shit stained minotaur exiting the laberynth that is my viscera...
i ordered two shots of tequila and slammed them in a quick yet graceful manner reminicent of a mother breast feeding her child...as our buzzes increased, so did our bravado causing us to start ordering pitcher after pitcher of long island iced teas with these australian gentleman alternating cost back and forth between our groups...eventually we all had to retire as we all had a face on that would certainly fetch the attention of the local constables...
that morning i was still enebriated to the point of stumbling around trying not to vomit where i fell...at last i reached the bathroom where i promptly painted the porceline god like some esophagiel jackson pollock canvas...