On Sunday night, only the lost souls are out my brother!! This one bar I was at had a killer jukebox, if you're older than old school like me. I had the likes of Kansas, REO, Zeppelin, Boston, Molly Hatchet, Bad Company and all that shit cranked. Of course the next bar had nothing but Garth brooks. But at midnight, they are allowed to sell liqour again (remember this was sunday) so when the clock strikes midnight they unveil the liquor that they had been hiding behind a sheet. Oh what a sight. I was the first one served. The bar is such a shithole, they didn't offer Crown or Makers, so I just got myself a shot of the cheapest whiskey available. Lord Calvert Canadian: "triple shot please, and could I get a pickled egg and some beef jerkey." Yes indeed, I am an empty shell of a man. I had a few more triples, and somehow made it home (i didn't drive of course). I'm fixing for next weekend to be even wilder, I just got wind of Harley Davidson hog roast right down the street from me. With a tattoo contest, and a beer chugging contest! I'm stoked!!!!!!!!! If you're gonna be a loser, at least lose with a shit eating grin on your face!