Zoe's top 5 list:
SweetJ- THe lil' bar is calle 'Pool Cats' down here in the boonies of Glen Burnie/ Pasadena. It's within stumbling distance of the house and will be frequented when driving is out of the question. Seems like a real 'locals' place, but everyone seemed to be having fun.
Wicky- Filling in the blanks... Three of my best friends came down from Pittsburgh (actually one was from D.C.) to help me move this weekend. THey took one load Saturday afternoon while I was working-in the rain. When I got home, we gathered up the second load. Some casual beering took place here and there, and we finally arrived at the new house around midnight. A quick unload precluded more aggressive beering. A suggestion was made to check out the little bar we passed on the way in (see above statements) before last call. When we got there, a full-on beerin assault took place, with some random shots fired here and there. We got home and continued the beering assault until around 5:30AM, when the Chops was struck with a lethal beer, and passed out. I woke around 2 hours later, and stumbled through the house. I did a head count, and someone was MIA. A quick scan of the house privided NOT our missing comrade. I asked one of my friends where my un-named friend (Brent) was. He responded "I think he's on your dock". I responded," I don't have a dock yet". Puzzled, I looked outside and saw the neighbor's 4 and 6 year old, standing in their back yard staring at the water. I adjusted my view to see what they were looking at, and found our missing enlistee. He was passed out cold on their dock. The poor kids had this scared, horrified look on their faces. I ran (more like stumbled) down to the dock and gathhered up my team member, and ushered him (carried) back to the house.
Fortunately, when I met the kids' father later that day, he called no foul on the play, and thought it was quite funny. Of course, closer evaluatuion of him revealed that he was the type of person I might find passed out on my dock some morning.
Wicky- Filling in the blanks... Three of my best friends came down from Pittsburgh (actually one was from D.C.) to help me move this weekend. THey took one load Saturday afternoon while I was working-in the rain. When I got home, we gathered up the second load. Some casual beering took place here and there, and we finally arrived at the new house around midnight. A quick unload precluded more aggressive beering. A suggestion was made to check out the little bar we passed on the way in (see above statements) before last call. When we got there, a full-on beerin assault took place, with some random shots fired here and there. We got home and continued the beering assault until around 5:30AM, when the Chops was struck with a lethal beer, and passed out. I woke around 2 hours later, and stumbled through the house. I did a head count, and someone was MIA. A quick scan of the house privided NOT our missing comrade. I asked one of my friends where my un-named friend (Brent) was. He responded "I think he's on your dock". I responded," I don't have a dock yet". Puzzled, I looked outside and saw the neighbor's 4 and 6 year old, standing in their back yard staring at the water. I adjusted my view to see what they were looking at, and found our missing enlistee. He was passed out cold on their dock. The poor kids had this scared, horrified look on their faces. I ran (more like stumbled) down to the dock and gathhered up my team member, and ushered him (carried) back to the house.
Fortunately, when I met the kids' father later that day, he called no foul on the play, and thought it was quite funny. Of course, closer evaluatuion of him revealed that he was the type of person I might find passed out on my dock some morning.
Zoechops it is always choice to have a bar within' stumbling distance of home. Having a neighbor of the sort who is the type to pass out on your dock also leads to a more casual relaxed atmosphere in which to party in.
Top 5 ways to piss off your landlord when moving out:
5. Be sure to drain plenty of bacon grease into the kitchen sink.
4. Be creative when looking for places to hide fecal matter.
3. 'accidentally' using Quik-crete instead of septic conditioner is acceptable- ONLY UPON MOVING OUT!!!**
2. Tripping every circuit breaker in the house, upon vacating.
1. Take her skank-ass to court and be awarded perhaps 3X the amount of money she illegally with-held from your security deposit for moving out early because the dumb
ing c*nt refused to repair the furnace which internally burned up the wires TWICE this past winter and was deemed a
ing fire hazard by the county housing inspector!!!
** NEVER use Quik-crete as a septic conditioner when moving IN. Use of Quik-crete brand concrete as a septic conditioner may impair septic service. ONLY use Quik-crete upon vacating of house after toilet is nolonger used by you.
5. Be sure to drain plenty of bacon grease into the kitchen sink.
4. Be creative when looking for places to hide fecal matter.
3. 'accidentally' using Quik-crete instead of septic conditioner is acceptable- ONLY UPON MOVING OUT!!!**
2. Tripping every circuit breaker in the house, upon vacating.
1. Take her skank-ass to court and be awarded perhaps 3X the amount of money she illegally with-held from your security deposit for moving out early because the dumb
ing c*nt refused to repair the furnace which internally burned up the wires TWICE this past winter and was deemed a
ing fire hazard by the county housing inspector!!!** NEVER use Quik-crete as a septic conditioner when moving IN. Use of Quik-crete brand concrete as a septic conditioner may impair septic service. ONLY use Quik-crete upon vacating of house after toilet is nolonger used by you.
Zoe,
That was just too funny of a story... Never heard of that place but I also don't frequent that area to much... We either go to Annapolis or if we wanna stay real close to home we go to a place called Coconuts in Crofton... Its a total dive but on Saturdays they always have a great live band... we also have a hookup there so it works our for us... Just don't go there on Fridays I here its pretty rough!
SweetJ
That was just too funny of a story... Never heard of that place but I also don't frequent that area to much... We either go to Annapolis or if we wanna stay real close to home we go to a place called Coconuts in Crofton... Its a total dive but on Saturdays they always have a great live band... we also have a hookup there so it works our for us... Just don't go there on Fridays I here its pretty rough!
SweetJ
Originally posted by 'smyroad
The best way to welcome zoe to the area is a trip to Red Eye's Dock bar on Kent Island.
The best way to welcome zoe to the area is a trip to Red Eye's Dock bar on Kent Island.
I don't think I can go that weekend though... we could also go another night though. Who's up for it?
SweetJ







