Even Manti Te'o thinks this story has holes

You must have been wasted when you wrote that, because there are parts of that story that don't make an ounce of sense.

my 21st was in Waikiki; went on a booze cruise then to several bars.
I passed out at a table in a very loud club.

Bouncer walked me out. the bar was below ground level so you had to go downa a flight of stairs to get there. we get to the stairway entrance and I stop. He asks "Hey man, c'mon. why are you stopping".

I said 'I'm waiting for that guy first"

"What guy"

"Him" (pointing"


yeah...I was pointing at a reflection of myself in a mirror.

good times.

MOTHER ****. How many million did that cost you?

This is 2nd hand but...

So we're having a streetfest last summer and there's a huge crowd. My bud sees two guys start to get in a fight and one of them throws his beer down and goes to throw a punch, then slips in the beer he just threw down and falls on his ass.

Boring.

Everybody knows ginger clubs are hopping!

Bars in Omaha are pretty boring I guess. The rowdiest thing I've seen recently is some douche getting thrown out by a bouncer and his shoe thrown at his head.

Lumpy and I went to an Irish pub the other night that can get a little rowdy but all in all not much happens. Just the usual D&D bullshit.

A little bit wasted, but it's pretty much truth.

I could go on about the time that I was in Miami in 2000, got crushed, crashed a party, tipped over an entire table of drinks and an ice sculpture, had the hotel security (two of them) escort me back to my room, drop a cocktail on the floor splattering glass everywhere, clean that shit up, shower, go back out to the hot tub area (after the security guys leave - ****ers stayed outside my door for at least 45 minutes), hook up with some girls there, mess around, go back to my room - shower again, dress up, start to wander about South Beach, casually walk by CroBar and start to talk to some dude out front, he takes me in, gives me the grand tour (as he's one of the owners - as I find out during the tour), get into the VIP room, have drinks with Tim Hardaway (who is playing a game the next day btw) and dance with Naomi Campbell. Go back to the hotel after some weird shit that I'm not going to divulge and wake up and do the sales meeting, training, seminar shit the next day.

So there is that.

Youve obviously never partied with bugeater and livesteam