We’ll Put Another Shameover On The Bar-b For You
Monday, October 22nd, 2007“I lived in Australia for six (mostly) unforgettable months. On the eve of my departure, me and my new friends went out and got pissed for a final time. Come closing time, I was so obliterated I couldn’t complete the 10-minutes walk home. I woke up 2 hrs. later on the steps of the local aquarium, and my favorite hat was missing. I dragged my ass home for a few hours sleep. The next morning, I woke, still drunk, and walked into town to say goodbye to my friends. On the way in, I saw a homeless guy chilling on a park bench with my hat! I started talking with him, and ended up trading my hat back for a nice, hot breakfast. He got an egg sandwhich, I got lice.”
- submitted by “Andrew“
