Last night we went to The Bullpen, a “biker bar” according to Dalton. When we walked in there was about three other people in there, including the bar tender. We decide to stay and pound a few drinks out. The bar slowly fills up and we begin to meet the cast of characters. There was Frank, a one legged bad ass who will have his prosthetic in by Wednesday. V, a beanie wearing fighter who was apparently looking for trouble, and my favorite: Turkey. Turkey definitely looked homeless, was fishing for people to buy him drinks and gives out free headbutts. Yeah headbutts. Turkey also does not seem to understand the concept of a toothbrush. You could literally smell his rotted mouth from about two and a half feet away. The drinks were stiff and cheap, a dangerous combination. After shutting the bar down (bartender did last call at like 1:25, lame) we make our way back home. A Jack in the Box pit stop was in order where we ordered 15 sliders and 15 tacos (we never really understood where we came up with these numbers for five guys but drunk math does not require logic). While at Jack in the Box, one person got out of the car and began wandering around. Yeah, maybe we didn’t need to drink until 2AM. He later induced his own vomit.
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