NEO1
New member
So the guys and I were at a club, we had been drinking for what seemed like days, but was in reality several hours. We walk in, all ready to conquer another round of jager bombs and then it happens.
On the way to the bar, there was this very, VERY attractive woman sitting doing what i perceived to be the "chair dance". Ya know, where people are dancing with their upper bodies while sitting still.
So being Mr. Suave that I am, I approach.....I ask why such a pretty girl isn't out on the dance floor. Oh yea ladies, you know I'm smooth like that.
She gives me a smile and I turn away to try and kill my liver some more. (It should be noted that when drinking I seem to get the attention span of a puppy.........Oooooh something shiny?)
The next thing I know, one of my good bro's comes up to me and says (yes this is a direct quote) "Hey, did you see the hot chic in the wheelchair up at the bar?"
Can someone come get my skechers out of my mouth please?
On the way to the bar, there was this very, VERY attractive woman sitting doing what i perceived to be the "chair dance". Ya know, where people are dancing with their upper bodies while sitting still.
So being Mr. Suave that I am, I approach.....I ask why such a pretty girl isn't out on the dance floor. Oh yea ladies, you know I'm smooth like that.
She gives me a smile and I turn away to try and kill my liver some more. (It should be noted that when drinking I seem to get the attention span of a puppy.........Oooooh something shiny?)
The next thing I know, one of my good bro's comes up to me and says (yes this is a direct quote) "Hey, did you see the hot chic in the wheelchair up at the bar?"
Can someone come get my skechers out of my mouth please?