Okay, so I'm working tonight and Karim comes in to my office. I can tell he's got something to say, cause he's all jumpy and got that glint in his eye. And it's only 8PM.
"The nasty boyz just called," he says, trying to look cool.
I'm givin him this look, that says, "and so? You're gonna fight the urge?"
Yep, them nasty boyz were at the BlackWatch drinkin pitchers of Kamikazis and wantin us to come join them.
"I've got this real nasty bug. I've gotta fix it," sez Karim unconvincingly, "but you can go... right?"
And I'm thinking, "so what's your fookin point, ya rat basterd, ya know ya wanna go drink with dem boyz." (Little Oasis creative license there)
I could tell Karim was itchin to go out, so I sez instead, I sez, "so, be ready to go in a half hour?"
Karim shakes his head vehimently in agreement, "uh, yeah! Cool!"
(I knew it wouldn't be long before he buckled under the pressure... all of three seconds, actually...)
So we get "da nasty boyz" to come up dissa wayz to join us at The Duke.
And who do we find at da Duke? Brad in tow with the girlfriend-with-THOSE-LEGS.
Funny normally we go out on Tues... uh, I mean Buesday nites and they're always there, but this was Thursday nite... odd. How did they know we'd be there? *They* must just live at the bar...
Anyway, to make a long story short, we ended up at AJ's down in San Jose - a nudie bar, but they're not really nude cause of the drinking/nudie laws. They wear these thin strips of spandex which is *barely* enough. (Down, Jaz.)
We spent about half an hour deciding who's "fake" and who's "real" before Michael yells, "ENUF, I WANNA ENJOY MY TITS!"
Well, he actually didn't say that, but his expression was easily read.
So we paid $25 to get Karim up there in a chair, and the chick took his hat off ...gently, sexily, with the heel of her shoe. We're talking the slowest, sexiest, kick boxing move there is. Then she bends way over... oh, my, right? Well, she straightens up and licks the one side of his cheek, from the jawbone right up to his ear! And we're just howling! And then she licks the other cheek - reeeeal slow. He comes back and tells us she actually bit the other cheek! No shit! Heh, heh!
On the way back, we called his girlfriend and boy was he ever shitting his pants... "don't fuckin tell her..." he kept whispering, "I'll kill you, don't fuckin tell her." :) Hee, hee!
Ahh. Tis a nightmare and a dreamworld in which I work.
-s
"Get me another beer, swab!"