So last night I was down at Whiskey and not much was going on. My boy was working over in Portero Hill, so I cabbed over. Not much was happenin' there either, but I learned two important things:
1) One of the bartenders is an amazingly awesome and hot woman from Jacksonville who I hit it off with incredibly well. She's also gayer than Christ. I'm going to think of a creative way to break my mom's heart tomorrow by relating that story ti her,
2) I'm not what the boys call a "breastman," but the other bartender last nite had tits that belong encased in carbonite.
A'igth. Wish me luck on trying to sleep tonight.
Oh, and I love this fuckin' country. Canada couldn't produce this shit in a bazillion years:
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