Worst thing ever...being tricked into being a backup wingman on a blind date that starts at Hooters and ends watching drunken assholes dance to a U2 cover band. Despite the self proclaimed Bono's three or four costume changes, (I think my favorite was the leather jacket with a giant 2004 on the right chest plate) the show was topped out with his strong urge to pose for pictures taken by giggling "fans."
I did indeed expose myself to the best and worst aspects of my life this past weekend. Thank god for nacho cheese pumps.
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The key in that story is tricked...believe me, I left as early as I could. Though I am thoroughly ashamed of myself.
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