Incoming!

Ladies and gentlemen, last night I was that guy. The loud crazy friend bought the beers and made you drink them; made the bar tender funnel a beer. Strong work Benny! But more so, I was a gigantic cock-block game killer to my buddy J-Man. Let me sprinkle some seasoning:

Al, JP, J-Man, and Chocolate Bear were sitting at the bar in the very packed living room. CB and I were pretending we were fighter pilots and making a squelch noise before we spoke. I know, but it was fun. Then out of the corner of my eye I see this decent, but not my speed, blonde come up and talk with J-Man. Things were going well and tracks were laid. The night pushes on and beers were put down. Then I decide I am a B-52 bomber and need to drop atomic bombs all over J-Man’s game. This is what happened.

J-Man was talking to blondie and I come strolling up. I think I whispered to J-Man the following, “Dude, she is totally digging on you bro. Go in for the kill and get the number.” Then it happened. Blondie turns around and say’s, “I’m not deaf you know!” Yea go me. My recovery was something like ah f— it! J-Man was D.O.A after my little “intervention”.

I said my 1,000 apologies to J-Man and the rest of the group, as I broke man law and they needed to know. Hey I’m not perfect (just  damn near close) and I admit my wrong doing. But then what do I see? J-Man gets up dusts himself off, writes down the tag number to the bus I just threw him under and walks it off like a champ. He goes right up the blondie and lays down the following agreeable observations. “Hey my friend can be a real asshole, but means nothing by it. In fact he is an idiot. Don’t mind him, he doesn’t know any better.” True champ reversed the bus and chucked me right under. Rightfully so.

Then, it went down. Digits were exchanged and words were spoken. Done Son! My boy made a full recovery. I promised I would make a public apology today for my actions last night. So, here goes:

J-Man, my bad bro. I doubted your skills and prematurely intervened in matters that needed no intervention. I chucked you into on coming traffic and left you for dead. I am sorry. However, I am totally proud that you pulled up proper and did not let that get in you way of the target. You were locked and loaded and truly an all star of the night. I am proud to call you friend. Strong Work Bro, strong work!

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8 responses to “Incoming!

  1. k8

    So you have to apologize for things you do while drunk? I never knew.

    Nope. Just for the violation of the man law.

  2. Good recovery- now buy him a bottle, maybe give him a little hand duker and call it even.

    We settled up last night before leaving the bar. Its mellow now.

  3. Henceforth, every story I tell shall be started with the phrase, “Let me sprinkle some seasoning”.

    That way they can marinate on what has been said!

  4. I second what LiLu said.

    Feel free, but always reference JP.

  5. f.B

    As a man, I would like to take this moment to personally commend you for this apology. Peace up. Man law.

    Thank you sir! I do what I can.

  6. Whoa, man. You committed a cardinal sin. Dude Cards have been taken away for lesser infractions.

    It was almost fatal!

  7. i hope he at least got to slap you or something. every situation can be solved with a good slap.

    You can slap me around any time babe!

  8. Hi there,
    Thank you! I would now go on this blog every day!

    Thank you
    Charlie

    Thanks for dropping by!

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