"It was Thursday night and it was my birthday and me and my two buddies decided to go to happy hour. We were just ordering shit and ordering shit and then we started ordering shots. This was obviously an awful idea because we were absolutely loaded by about 7 o'clock. We get the bill and it's $84.93 for the three of us. Almost $85 for happy hour? Yes, the prices we weren't absurd we had just drank that much. When the waitress came back over to take the bill my buddy looks at her all drunk and says, "Excuse me, do you like to travel? Because we love to run train." She then looks at him and gives him her number. Clearly she wanted the D because we were tanks...Or so we thought. When he texted the number later that night, it was a gay guy named Rodrigo. Apparently women don't like when guys tell them they would love to run the train on them."
Wow, your friend was either a drunk asshole or he has some serious balls. But I'm saying it was a mixture of both. I don't know what's more impressive, his statement or the fact that you guys spent almost $30 a person at fucking happy hour. That's degenerate status I love it.
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