A Bad night

What can you say. The birthday weekend was great, until Sunday night. I rarely venture to Fort Worth, or some some people refer to it- Funky Town- Although I did last night and I paid dearly for it. What was supposed to be a fun night of watching my friend Bryan Jones get wasted and akward dance on girls, turned into a night at the hospital. Some Fort Worth, or Funky Town, whore decided dancing like a raging tramp is her idea of a good time. Well her whore tramp arm hit my sweet lil non-alchoholic glass into my moist face and caused a gaping whole in my lip. Off to the emergency room, where i got 11 stitches. One positive note, I made a funny when I asked the Doc if he had any white boy stitches. You see mine are black. So as I told the Doc, "These would be fine if I was a brother..." A small W in my column, but who really cares the L's are adding up fast. Score
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