First off I met an individual who I will now refer to as Pat Faggot. Pat Faggot is an Aries. Pat Faggot is as confused about his sexuality than I am about Quantum Physics. This guy starts off the night by hitting on me and playing grab ass with his buddies. Then he proceeds to start hitting on a young lady at the bar who I was talking to--I'm still there talking to her! This guy was tossing 2* $100 bills around and going back and forth between the only 2 women in the bar. It was fucking spectacular to watch this guy just run around lawless. After a while the only cute girl in the bar and I were just sitting there laughing our asses off, completely entertained by Pat Faggot as he scared off the only other woman in the bar and offended every guy that walked in. We were having so much fun laughing at Pat Faggot that we didn't want the night to end so we pooled our collective comedic talents. And this is what we came up with, the young lady gave Pat Faggot a phony name and number along with a note saying that he should call her early at 7:30am. But you might be saying "FUCKING WEAK SAUCE!" and I say to you that name wasn't phony and the number wasn't phony either--at least not in the traditional sense of the word. She gave out the name and number of a certain Blonde that needed to get burned for not answering her phone. So now the fun didn't have to stop at the end of the night. Two laughs for the price of one now that's comedic multi-tasking.
*I was later informed that he in fact had 3 $100 bills and a Angels logo on his house key..
