at this point i would like to invite anyone to share their stories of shitty f-r-i-e-n-d-s to post and boast about with me. a short example would look something like this:
so i went to vegas for a bar and nightclub convention and had the pleasure of being invited into an exclusive Maker's Mark whiskey tasting (on a random, i'm drunk and that sounds awesome, tip). So as any suitable gentleman, i took part in the "classy" whiskey affair.
The four point whiskey seminar/tasting lasted about 45 minutes, upon which, Bill Samuels JR. (3rd generation distiller), hands each of all 18 individuals a short bottle of properly distilled maker's. the lot of all 18 of us are also invited to have these bottles hand dipped and signed, redeeming them as "priceless" bottles of Maker's Mark. I keep it as a mantle piece in my room just incase anybody asks/or cares about whiskey... awesome story to tell...
Back at home, 2 years later, i come into my household after a night at work to witness a thrashed kitchen with mess everywhere. thankfully my roommate is a clean-freak (with shitty freinds) so i'm not too worried upon first glimpse... then i see it. FUCK!
It's there.
Empty.
It was in the safe confines of my room, door shut, closed off to the outside world...
At this time i had my roommate's friend crashing in the guest room for free (asshole).
Morning comes. i am, still, very pissed.
"hey, who drank my priceless bottle of Maker's?"
"oh. umm, i remember drinking it at some point but i was blacking in and out all night"
"i can't believe you still have friends."
"sorry"
"yeah, fuck off"
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