I THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM ‘CAUSE I WAS PRETTY DRUNK, BUT WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING I FOUND PHOTOGRAPHIC PROOF THAT THIS DRUNKEN OCTOPUS STARTED A FIGHT WITH ME LAST NIGHT.
COME AT ME, BITCH!
Drunk Octopus
TheRealBarman
I Don't Get Drunk, I Get Awesome!
I’ve now managed to alert The Bitchy Waiter that you owe him a drink for introducing us. That is unnerving. Love your posts and working my way through the Archives.
Thanks Sharlene. I definitely owe BW a drink. The only problem is he lives in NY and I live in Cali. I could mail him a margarita, but that could get a little sloppy. Maybe a Ziploc? Or maybe I’ll just visit him in NY. I’ll show up at his restaurant and pull TheRealBarman version of “Punked” and be the most difficult guest ever.
Either way, I’ll find some way to repay him.
Thanks for reading, Sharlene. I hope you stick around.
The RB
Greetings, Real Barman/Drunken Assassin! I too am here by way of the Bitchy Waiter, and I look forward to continuing to read your blog. You’re funny, and I like the way you write! Chin-chin! Lidice
Hey Lidice:
Great to have you. Thanks for the compliment. I’m glad you’re hanging out ’cause I’ll be around awhile. Cheers.
The RB
Based on those little crosses where his eyes should be, it could be that you won that fight and then some!
You should see me though, Taryn. Not pretty.
I too read your blog because of Bitchy. I think you can send a margarita via FedEx in a mason jar if the seal is tight. Or maybe he can stop by your bar next time he’s on Dr. Phil!
I like you, Karen. A mason jar. Very “Deliverance” of you. I want to see if I get BW on Jerry Springer next time to kick the ass of his most difficult customers. THAT would be entertaining.
Thanks for checking in, Karen.
The RB