The Homy Inn has long been the official dive bar of Polyfro. Its such a fantastic place. They have Big Ass Beer night, Mystery Beer Special night, and Old Man Beer night. They have Champagne on tap -- gimme a pitcher of champagne and four glasses, please! -- and all your favorite domestic macro and micro brews. They have old beer cans on the wall, like the Harley Davidson "Heavy Beer" and "The Bull" malt liquor. What's not to like?
Well, I went there last night after drinking at the office. While we were sitting there, one of the girls mentioned that a couple of her friends are madly in love with me because of my Ghostbusters costume that I wore on Halloween. Bring 'em on, I say. Thankfully, Donovan, my agent, stopped me and told her that he would have to interview and screen all potential groupies or other interested ladies. Smart man, that Donovan. I have so many people that want a piece of my sexy ass, I need help screening them and filtering out the weirdos.
That's what they tell me anyway. I never see any of these ladies that want me. They must be invisible or something. Yep, that's the ticket. They're invisible!
And I'm insane for believing that for the five seconds it took to type. If the Nut House cops come to lock me away, my only hope is for a package to arrive on my desk mere seconds before they arrive; the package would contain a cell phone, thru which a large black man would speak instructions to me on how to escape from my cubicle and get away from them.
Now I'm really insane. Never mind. Have a good weekend. I'll be back Monday with tales from the office holiday party, so make sure to stop back then.