Originally Posted by See Cig

Translation:
I went to this hick party that had a keg of cheap draft. I sucked down as many as I could before the host noticed some 50 year old hag was trying to put a hole in the keg.

As soon as confronted, I didnt remove the winston from my lips as I told the kid to "kiss my fucking ass". I jumped into my buy here pay here mobile with a spare beer in hand to assure I can make it to the store drinking.

I look up at some point while adjusting "Freebird" to max audio level to notice blue lights.

I stuff my road beer the one spot I know that no man wants to investigate.

With all the charm of the 3 toothed bar fly I try and push out these 50 year old bags that look like they might have been used for punching bags during Mike Tysons younger years.

The smell a lone was enough to almost dis-wade the young cop then he noticed the tattoos that looked like they were done by a cell mate of years past and he figured It just wouldn't be worth it to drag my sorry ass in.

Ps. Ill be speaking to Kathy at nat-net Monday concerning the canceling of dedicated with them. Anyone who will support you and your habbits needs not any of my business.