What's better than starting your birthday adventure out with a quick stuff into KimmieD's back seat? Not much that I can think of. Hey... at least KimmieD can now claim she's had a guy in the back seat of her car. |
KimmieD... trying to be cool. Trying... trying... but, alas, still trying. |
We end up at BW3s. It's a Thursday night, so that means KAREOKE!! Mike takes the first punch as he performs his infamous rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" as performed by his left hip. |
Shane enjoys a cool break from the singing... and also the fresh pine scent of his new hand lotion. |
Brandy tries to mix it up, but the tall beer ends up stealing the show. |
Mike and Brandy do a duet... all the while Mr. Tan-In-A-Can sucks on his crystal-clear tap water. Mike tries to alter the mood of the song with a quick "pull my finger move." Brandy is not impressed. |
Here we see Shane doing his favorite thing: Sniffing his drink. As soon as he learns to swallow he'll be one drunk puppy. |
Shane chats with our waitress about the story twists currently happening in the re-runs of the Opera show. This, however, does not score him points with the ladies, nor does it improve his fashionability. |
A lit match??? Must be some strong drink, eh? No. Not really. She's just trying to counter-attack after falling for Mike's "Pull My Finger" trick. |
Oh my... Shane actually drunk it. NEVER -- and I mean NEVER -- accept a random drink from a waitress who knows it's your birthday. ESPECIALLY when the drink is free. |
Shane, being a nasty, single, white boy, is lectured in the finer points of personal hygiene -- bachelor-style, with the use of wet naps. |
KimmieD tries to fight off the voices in her head and the "dead people" she claims to keep seeing, while Brandy talks her down from her attack. What a dreamer, that KimmieD. |
Pretty Stori. She's our favorite waitress. I think she only tolerates Shane because he looks like her husband. |
They say when you're drunk, or continue to drink, that peole will appear more beautiful. Let's put that theory to the test, shall we? |
Stage 01: Butt-Ugly... and I'm not just talking about his shirt. Our waitress tries to slap the drink from his hand, but it's too late. |
Stage 02: no noticable sign of improvement. Also, no hair on his head. Let's not give up just yet. |
Stage 03: There are some signs of cuteness, but that could be the fumes from one of Mike's "Pull My Finger" pranks effecting the oxygen in the room. We're going to need a lot more matches. Maybe a bonfire. |
Stage 04: Down the hatch it goes. And still as ugly as a shaved goat drinking from a glass. I guess it's not true what they say about the effects of booze on your perception of how people look after all. |
Random shot of a girl inserted here to attract a larger male audience to this site. |
Brandy tries to get "giggy wid it" but fails to impress us. M.C. Hammer had a much better routine, and those cool pants to boot. |