The bar of the gods…

I went to happy hour last night with a few friends and was having a good time drinking and carrying on when a hottie walks in with her male friend (because in Stewieland, all hot girls are single, waiting for him to talk to them).

The two sit at the bar just behind me, but I was sitting in such a way that I could just glance to my right and check her out. Until Walter Sobchak (John Goodman’s character in The Big Lebowski) came up and started talking to the two. Completely blocking me out.

Okay, listen guys, if you are hanging out with a hot girl, even if she’s your girlfriend, you need to position yourself in such a way that other people can check her out.

Don’t be so damn selfish.

On a somewhat related note, we planned the locale for next week’s happy hour.

The bar we are going to next week has a rockabilly motif, hardcore on tap and a lesbian clientele.

That’s right. Lesbians. Lipstick ones, at that.

That, friends, is the bar of the gods.

Can I get a fuck yeah?