Bus driver: What's in the glass son?
Drunk guy: Robitussin
That would be when the bus driver threw the contents of the glass out the bus door and returned it to the drunk guy.
This was last Friday night, when the coworkers and I went out for drinks. Montgomery Gentry was playing a concert, and it was the week of the Cowboy Downhill. http://www.exploresteamboat.com/news/2008/jan/23/tabernash_bull_rider_wins_annual_cowboy_downhill/I missed the cowboys (my office doesn't have a window to the outside world, and I frankly forgot it was going on). Anyway we had a good time getting drunk.
My young coworker, having come from work, carried his "man p" with him. This was the first time I had heard this phrase. Gone is the messenger bag of old. KR is a Birkenstock wearing, man p carrying, metrosexual type. Nicest guy you'll ever meet. He followed me out of the bar and made sure I was ok waiting for the bus on my own (can you get a merit badge for helping drunk elders?). And as I found out later, as he walked back to the hotel, he came across a crying girl, and escorted her home. There are truly not enough of those kind of guys around!
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