a high pitched squeal and "Don't touch my weenie."...followed by ...(in the voice of dr. Frankenstein) "It's alive..it's alive."...
Pat W. who had cancer removed from his chest and nose with black eyes and band aid down the middle of his nose and still wobbly from anesthesia and beer was having difficulty getting up and down from the stool, was being told by Inky what he needed was one of those roundabouts with a lift on it so he could just pull up to the bar and raise it up to bar level...we were laughing and Inky said ...'then you go could to the grand canyon.'...
Listening to a guy explain to his girlfriend that it was just a joke the night before when he went to Burleson and picked up a girl he met on line(paid date) and brought her back to West and Wolf's for everyone to meet. She didn't seem impressed and they left soon after.
conversation about deer hunting...'did you mount it?....nah, my old lady gave me some before I left.'..
'Oh fuck here comes Bimbo'. wait..that was me..
"Oh, I hated to have to put her down, she was laying there on the ground with those big ole brown eyes, but she couldn't even get to her knees."...I asked ..'Are we talking about the wife again?'
me talking about the coach for Detroit who was haranguing the referees over a bad call.."someone change that baby's diaper."
There was more, but I'm old and I have the forgets...but it was a fun afternoon...I have no cable as all the cable boxes are being worked on and I had to watch the game. Inky made chicken taco soup and it was delicious. I was so stiff and sore from all the moving and unpacking that I almost fell off the bar stool when I got up to leave. I know they think I'm secretly drinking, they still can't believe that I haven't drank in 21 years.(anniversary Nov 9th)..shit..Dexter just bit me on the inner thigh...better let him out before he draws blood the next time.