The Bar is Now Open...

Ok, I have waited a day, and since neither Klipz nor Trey have undertaken this task yet, I am going to attempt to sum up the topics that were discussed during Friday night's post-work drinking...

The real question is actually where to begin..

First, let the record show that Trey has a habit of skipping skipping on rounds at the bar (or at least Klipz says so). To remedy this situation, Klipz has demanded that Trey buy a proper drink for us when his round comes up (also factor into this equation that Trey loves to throw down the plastic at the bar) and apparently it all makes sense. Now, Klipz and Trey don't like to spend one minute more than they have to at work, whereas I, on the other hand, am an in it for the paper and need to work overtime or I will freak out when I see my bills and my check side by side...Having said that, I arrive at the bar and, of course, Trey has already bought the first round...

I believe the night started its descent into absurdity when David Ortiz tried to beat out a throw to home when he could literally see the ball being caught by Posada as he rounded third. Words cannot describe the image of Ortiz trying to slide into home. They just can't. Klipz is a Yankee fan and I think this aroused some of his more baser instincts as the round table discussion that we are now having turns from us laughing at Ortiz' slide to Klipz asking us if either of us has seen midget porn...which, unfortunately bothTrey and myself must admit we both have (we went to college and so did you...don't kid yourself), when it turns out that Klipz has already seen midget porn, just not the kind of midget porn he would prefer to see (I'll let him talk about that...).

Then Trey mentions that someone he knows is going to open a bar in their garage and says he wants to name it "(insert generic Irish name)'s Bar". Klipz, for some reason (I can't really remember why) took offense to this and proclaimed that he would open his own bar, aptly named (though I don't really know why) "Trey's Mother's Fucking Asshole"....

The night ended with us debating the average life expectancy of someone with Down's Syndrome.

May God seriously have mercy upon our souls...