so last night i went to a concert in Baltimore at the Sonar club – some hometown local Jefferson pride for Timberwolves…they rocked the place and set a high bar for the rest of the bands that followed them. But what would a concert in Charm City be if I wasn’t intoxicated beyond belief??? Here are just a few of the substance fueled topics of conversation from approximately 7pm to about 3:30am
– The Beatles song “In My Life” can very easily get stuck in the heads of anyone standing nearby
-Starbucks should make a drink called the “Little black bitch” (as well as offer handjobs)
-Wawa only accepted cash between the hours of 1:15am and 1:30am…what the fuck?
-The grab bag of cheetos/sun chips/doritos/ and pretzels is AWESOME. I love all those ingredients, and mixed together they are even better
-WWI was unanimously remembered by the table of BHS graduates as being “the one with the mustard gas”
– Everyone at this table also agreed that, “it would suck” if you got trenchfoot
-A hot tub only heated to 94 degrees feels like you are wallowing in human piss
-To get home from Baltimore, taking 95 North towards New York is NOT the right way to go.
-When everyone in a car is drunk, Bohemian Rhapsody is probably the best musical choice one can make
i cant think of any more at the time. but nonetheless it was sick nasty.