So last night at the bar, I did a few things, drank a few things and ate some camels. Haha *laughs* just kidding, camels don't taste that good.. Anyway, I met this bartender who called himself Boris. I, trying to start a conversation, said, "Hi", he then slapped me across the face and said, "me first". He then started going on and on about his life involving how he was raised by werewolves etc. After that, he said that his parents had tried to feed him to the werewolves, which I felt quite sad about. After that, he kept talking because he felt comfortable and he was sure I wasn't going to stab him to make him shut up, but yeah, he then talked about his so called wife, Sierra, he said she abandoned him and left him at the bar one night. He took the job as a bartender and got beat up for not shutting up. He talked, and talked. His mouth was like a never-ending hole of conversation. It started to piss me off so I shouted, "Take my money and give me a beer!" I got about 7 beers that night and got really drunk. He kept asking if I were OK and assisted me. I eventually ended up punching him, but we then became good friends at a later stage.. So, that's my story, what's yours?
Last edited by Butler; Mar 17, 2013 at 11:48 AM.
Reason: Just realized I put the present tense of ate... XD