Chase farted. It was bad. The kind of bad that makes Jon put his sweatshirt burka on and still gag. The kind of bad that somehow requires three full sprays of glade cinnamon apple spray, which is much worse than the actual fart. I didn't realize that he had found time to eat that diaper he found on the beach.
Anyway,I've come to the realization that every person that goes to a bar is usually a douche. This includes myself and everyone that I go to the bars with. However, I think that's why the bars can be so much fun. They allow you the freedom to lose all inhibition for about four hours and as long as you don't crap your pants or go on a punching rampage down the middle of college anything else is relatively acceptable. I've watched three people I know throw up in the middle of a bar and nothing happens. A guy grabs a rag and wipes it off the floor and then turns and says "how many whiskey shots you want?" Halloween is coming up and that means that even the two general rules of bars are thrown out the window. In fact, you are encouraged to crap yourself because it will make a better story for the next year. "You remember last year when I crapped myself?" "Ya. That shit was everywhere. Literally." I would still refrain from punching random people in the mouth because unless you are going to drop three kids in a row while walking form east coast to steakout, you should probably just grab another shot and puke before you can make it to the bathroom.
Jams? Jupiter One - Countdown (Designer Drugs remix)
