Last Friday, I went out to a "gentleman's..." Nahh..can't say that with a straight face. I went to a titty bar with a buddy of mine. We went to toast the departure of a certain person we didn't like. Childish I know, but hey, when you get a chance to drink, do Jager shots and see boobies, you jump. Well, at least I did.
After about 11 or 12 beers, Jagermeister shots and numerous lap dances, we staggered back to my buddy's place after a great breakfast of steak and eggs. I fell asleep at around 4:30am on my buddy's couch. I was dreaming that I was in a bar hearing the Cantina song from Star Wars playing in the background when I realized, it was my cell phone. I woke up slowly and answered the phone. Hey..no hangover at least! I never get hangovers, but there might be the first time. never know. Anyways...
My wife is on the phone, "YOUNEEDTOGETHOME.THEREISWATEREVERYWHEREINTHEBASEMENT!
APIPEBURSTANDTHEREISNOWATERINTHEHOUSE!!"
Me: "Ummmm...whazz time is it??"
Wife: "It's six in the morning and you need to come home right away..."
Thus ending my blissful sleep and having to wake my buddy up out of his self induced coma so I could get my car and leave.
Oh, what joy it was when I got home. What a double joy it was to call a plumber on a SATURDAY which was double the service charge.
I'd have rather have gone back to looking at boobies and paying for lap dances. It was a lot cheaper...and much more fun.
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