“BEER ON THE HOUSE”
….is what I wish someone yelled when we are in the pubs hangin’ out. But NO… all these rich bastads are either only in movies, or in obscure pubs I don’t know about.
We do have our moments though- few, but quantifiable, predictable and glorious…
Birthdays- general junta call them…we do too.
I believe that friends are like cattle in some respect- it’s like you rear a cow for a whole year and then milk it dry in a single day. But this one time this cow…chomu we named him…out of some misplaced survival instinct(we are not butchers man!!!) decided that it was enough and about time it stood up for itself…or rather it’s wallet.
Pink slips are painful, but birthday bills are like worm holes…like a million worms just ate your inside leaving gaping holes.
The bill lay on the table
“I am payin’ only half of it” …we heard our cow mow.
“don’t you have it??
“chill dude….our constitution says that we are a socialist nation”
“pay for it now… and we’ll share it later”
I haven’t paid him since…
An year’s a long time and I believe cows have limited memory….or so I assume.
Today is our cow’s next birthday
