Two weeks later we finally get to go to the winter beerfest. (I am a very big fan of beer.) So I’m at the beerfest when one of the beer maidens asks if I like chainsaws and I’m like “who doesn’t?” So she shows me her tattoos. In my beer-fogged mind I am thinking: alright Rich you still got it; she digs you. When I tell my wife the story, she informs me that maybe the chainsaw on my t-shirt has something to do with it. I blame the beer for my temporary dimwittedness.
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HAHAHAHA. oops, did I just do that out loud.
OMG! I would not have expected this photo!