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| Just the menu at the restaurant. Take a second look, |
This blog entry may be completely uncensored and out of order because of the craziness that ensued. So to the grammar nazi's I apologize and to my grandparents I say "skip this part". Tonight I went to a Japanesse restaurant with a friend I literally made yesterday. We got to the restaurant and they were playing dictator music through megaphones. Just picture yourself in 1920's military uniform marching for some old bastard who wants you to fight for him to acquire more land. Yes, that was the dinner ambience this restaurant set. Then it got even better when the menus we were given looked like the above picture (Take a second look at the illustrations). How pleasant. They really out did themselves. However, I tried my first ever sake bomb there and lets just say it blew my mind.
After feeling like we had been violated (strangely in a good way) we left that restaurant and headed to Brooklyn. This time I got to be the tour guide for which bars to go to. I was awesome. After a couple of glasses of whiskey I said something funny to which I followed with "fist me". No not 'fist me' as in what you're thinking. As in 'pound it'. Oh whatever. You know what I mean. That thing you do when you hit your knuckles together with another person.
Watch this clip. Yeah that. I think I rose to a new level on comedic-ness with that one. Shit. Don't say that in America.
Peace, Morgs
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