Thursday night I went out for a friend's birthday during Happy Hour. The place was called Slate. When I arrived, I was introduced to my friend's colleagues, and one of these women left to go outside for a cigarette. She was semi-hammered. Not trashed, but "feeling good." On her way to Trash Town, I suppose.
When she came back, her top lip and front teeth were blue. I asked, "What are you eating?"
"I don't know. I can't get the wrapper off. They have a big bowl of them up front," she said as she continued to fiddle with the wrapper with her fingernails and occasionally her teeth.
It was pool cue chalk. Slate is a bar with an upscale pool hall downstairs. This broad must not play a lot of pool. Or, she simply really likes the taste of pool chalk.
7 comments:
oh, that was funny. What is she stupid or something?
I think you might have underestimated the degree of her trashedness.
NO F'N WAY!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
That is the best story ever. I can't wait to tell the pool junkies I hang out with.
Too bad you didn't stick around, you would have seen her noshing on the 'mints' served out of the urinals.
I've met some cue-balls before, but she takes the cake.
How very odd.
I would pay good money to have been there to see your reaction to this, Alty.
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