Would you think that if I were Jewish..............

What I like most about Friday is going to work and looking like your doing work but not actually doing work. Like right now, I’m typing this blog in Microsoft Word so should someone approach me from behind, it looks like I’m typing a work related document when in fact I’m being as useless as a toad on a bump on a log on a side of a hill on a cool summer day on this planet. Wow, that’s a rant if I’ve ever seen one.
Okay, let’s get this meeting of the Legion of Doom to order. 1st on the agenda, Yats. Seriously, if you ever find yourself in the Indy area, get to Yats. It’s the best Louisiana creole this side of the Mason-Dixon line. I filled up on the good stuff last night before heading to the bar. My newly acquired friend, Ashley, and her friends have a Thursday night haunt at Joe’s Grille. It’s a pretty cool sports bar that has live music & $5 huge pizzas on Thursday. And some nice eye candy too ;-) I have finally met my better. Ashley’s friend, Robert, introduced himself as an “asshole”, which is my usual introduction, so I said I’m the bigger asshole and he put the kibosh on that by openly commenting on every chick’s chest at the table. But I have to give him props cause he got on stage and sang a chorus to Family Tradition with the band. You know what I like about the 80s? They can’t keep their hair. Old man river, who was the lead singer’s dad, was on drums and he had an 80’s glam-rocker white man’s afro that was straight outta the “Monster’s of Rock” commercial. And he could sing “Ice Ice Baby” and “Baby’s Got Back” really good. It was a really fun night and the free cigarettes dude was there so I got a free back and free tickets to see Drowning Pool next Thursday at the Vogue in Broadripple. Very nice. Let the proverbial bodies hit the simulated floor, my homies. Oh, almost forgot about the asscrack beer. This dude apparently thought he need both hands free to flail about on the dance floor so he stuck his Michelob Ultra in the back of his pants. He kept trying to entice everyone at my table, guys, girls, whomever, to get out on the dance floor. Yeah, I’m always down to shake my rump-shaker but not with this tool. I kept hoping the beer would explode like a fountain but it didn’t.

Here’s little delicious nugget of internet for you. Go head, put it in your mouth ;-)
http://health.yahoo.com/experts/capessa/729/how-to-cope-with-the-jerk-at-work

Oh, almost forgot, there were some Cougars out last night. But there were with the bikers. I think the club was "Iron Pigs" of Indianapolis or something like that. Yeah, I didn't feel like getting monkey-stomped on the dance floor so I focused on the asscrack beer.