Name: Old No. 22

Posts by Old No. 22:

    Random Thoughts from Old No. 22

    March 23rd, 2010

    Contemplations over a PBR:

    • Personal note to Staker: WTF? Do you really believe the shit you’re writing? Wow.
    • Theo Epstein: I watch a lot of baseball.  I am not an idiot.  RBI’S COUNT.

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    Notes from the Drunkard’s Den with Old No. 22

    March 19th, 2010

    Yuppies and yuppy hoverers,

    Very disappointing St. Paddy’s Day.  First of all, a couple of rain drops and no one shows up.  I have to say it was great for us because no one showed up to our local, and we had it all to ourselves…and we had a great time.  Second of all, you had to make up for your yuppy-douche-bagness on the real date (That would be the 17th of March) by making yourselves totally obnoxious.  Bumping and pushing your way to the bar, asking my skinny friend to push over on his f%&*ing bar stool because you needed a seat.  (I can’t make this shit up.)

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    Yuppy Hoverers, Back the F@&% Off

    March 7th, 2010

    Dear New Neighbor,

    I know you just moved to South Boston and you find that the night life is pretty good.  However, when you step up to the bar please, please don’t wave your money in my bartender’s face, because they hate that.  When I’m eating my steak tips and mashed don’t elbow me in the back.  Say, “Excuse me.”  We will let you order your drink(s), then back the f^#* off.

    Yuppy Douche Bag


    When Chicks Get Sober They Forget About The Bathroom Blowjob

    March 5th, 2010

    This is what I looked like when I kicked you out

    Alcoholics Anonymous chicks are the ultimate amnesiacs.  Because once you go, you forget about all the things you did…and one of them is me.  Give me that polite hello, but you forget that you blew me in the bathroom.  And again, we meet at the bar and you pretend it didn’t happen.  And then we end up in my bedroom.  Now you’re checking my fridge out for post-bender beers.  And I say, “Um…you have to go.”

    Now we have a chance meeting in a bar and you’re drinking ice water and lemon, and I’m still drinking an ice cold drafty…and you totally ignore me…how’s the AA working out for you?

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