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Originally posted by paigowprincess
That is a double entendre. THe re line
There is this bar in my cushy hometown known as "the Polish Club". It is the haven for the drunken mailcarrier and his impoverished alcoholic blue collar friends. We rich kids used to slum there bc they had a pool table, and to prove that we were cool and down with the working man.
Anyway I used to go frequently for a stint and one of the Greg Allman doubles regulars asked to shoot pool with me or whatever. I said sure, bc I got to cut the line or something. His scary female unit person came over and told me to stay away from her man. I cant remember exactly what I said or did but know it has something to do with shock emanating from the fact that I could be interestd in that gross slob, but she slugged me in the face.
My first and only bar brawl.
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I was jumped while riding my bike in college. It was 2 AM and I was very drunk and very high. The guy knocked me over (not too difficult at that time) and I cracked my skull on the pavement. Still cracked. Cops were driving by RIGHT when it happened. Bad luck for him. Unfortunately for me, I was 20 years and 363 days old and couldn't drink on my 21st b/c of the severe concussion.*
*I really didn't want to pass out and urinate myself anyway.**
**Who am I kidding? Yes I did.
