I despise the Texas Sports Bar. I show up, and begin to enter the bar through a smaller entrance in the back, when a fellow stops me, and asks me my age, I lied, and he questioned me, and I spun a web of fantasy from the depths of my imagination involving Me as a 22yr old College Junior who had taken a year to live abroad in Ireland. It was a tale of love and loss, and redemption. And Beer. This fellow bought it hook, line and sinker, for he had never met a liar of my skill and magnitude, but a third party saw the lying, and not being confronted by the full force of my linguistic abilities, saw the lie for what it was. And there was no joy at Showplace, for mighty Puedlfor was found out. Then I decided that if I couldn't lie my way in, I would just sneak in, for I beleive I spotted the ARA in a table in a corner that was not well lit. So I entered the main entrance, and walked, and looking to the side, saw the two fellows who had found me out, and they just swung their heads from side to side, letting me know that I was not allowed there. So I left. And bought a vanilla milkshake from Sonic to ease the pain. In conclusion, the Texas Sports Bar ****ing sucks.
sorry I could not make it. I had to write a three page paper on Hakeem Olajuwon for a class. Snuck up on me.
<B>Then I decided that if I couldn't lie my way in, I would just sneak in, for I beleive I spotted the ARA in a table in a corner that was not well lit. So I entered the main entrance, and walked, and looking to the side, saw the two fellows who had found me out, and they just swung their heads from side to side, letting me know that I was not allowed there. So I left. And bought a vanilla milkshake from Sonic to ease the pain. </B> Dude, that sux. Next time, we'll be back to Aussies I think. We're gonna get you to one of these things one of these days!
