I'm not laughing with you...

... last night the gang were in rare form... foul language flew, flasks were drained, and backs were slapped... a sterling time was had by all... last Wednesday I was in NYC so the Social Club didn't meet... last night?.. well, having had two weeks between Gatherings, they were certainly ready to go...

... I spent most of yesterday setting the railings for the deck with my Uncle... tightening bolts, leveling... ensuring that each post pointed proudly towards Heaven at the perfect angle... and today I plan on finishing up the laying of the decking.. it should be fun...

... on a side note, I discovered a new angle to increase the pool-shooting pleasure yesterday evening... obstacles... see, I had stacked eight 2X12X12's under the table... merely for convenience.. heh heh... one could actually see the cloud of bitching and moaning ascending towards the sky with the naked eye... toes were stumped as rednecks jockeyed for position to take shots.... word... woe unto the man who wears sandals... which incidentally, was dear Cousin Brad... poor bastard got about half-lit and it seemed to kill his short term memory... every time he circled the pool table, he'd slam one of his toes into the immovable stack of 2X12's and then lope and prance like a man possessed for a minute or two.. it was classic..

... say what you will, people.. but I am a simple man... and I must say, I do not delight in the misfortune of others... but I did laugh.. yes, I did...heartily and with a gusto borne of cheap Scotch... this is the boondocks of Tennessee, after all... we gotta find our entertainment where we can...

by Eric on September 22, 2005 | Bullshit (4) | TrackBack (0) | Drinking
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Heheh... I fear that if I had been present, Cousin Brad may have tried to take a cue to me. It'd probably be fairly easy, too... for some reason, I do laugh at the discomfort of others. I would have been fallen over on the floor.

Hell, I busted up just reading about the "lope and prance!"

Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on September 22, 2005 10:19 AM

Its that cheap scotch that did it. Now if it had been some of that fine drinking whiskey the south is famous for- well he might of just busted an ankle

Bullshitted by GUYK on September 22, 2005 11:25 AM

hilarious.. do you find yourself thinking of new and improved booby traps for your drunken pool pals? would be a great tradition to start...

Bullshitted by shoe on September 22, 2005 01:44 PM

Ah, the stacked lumber gambit to counteract the dreaded flip flops of death. Inspired strategy, indeed.

Bullshitted by bitterman on September 22, 2005 05:11 PM