The food bar and last thing I remember.
Got the e-mail above yesterday about 4 p.m.
Just made it back to the trailer on the lushtrolly ...or was it a friend who drove me? Well, nevermind. Managed to get my computer to come on and just had to write about this new happy hour deal at Alley B......urrrrrp (excuse me)......BAR. They have tallboy PB...urrrrpppp...(sorry) Rs for a buck! Served by a tall boy by the way, but a buck! A b....urrrrppppp! (Sorry man) A freakin' buck!
(Where is my wallet?)
And...yes...they have food. Free food. No incredihorrible stuff but wraps and things like that. Cheese. You know, things girls like to eat when they are on a diet. I like cheese.
Sooo....(where is my cellphone?)...I think you should go... there. Ride the drunk trolly from Old Gumperdale, mingle. Go after work, if you have a job, and (excuse me).....
(What happened to that twenty I put in my pocket?)
I'm not feeling soo good. I feel fantastishitty. Anyone got any aspirinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
[Ed. Note: The blog trailed off at this point and we can only guess that it represents the Carp's head on the keyboard. We edited-out the thousands of lines of "n" that followed.]
