He got into a fight and Lost his phone.
This is pretty damn close to what happened.
There I was, whipping out my iPhone to take some bodacious pictures for you fucks, and the manager spotted me. He told me that no pictures were allowed inside the club. I've had a few rounds of scotch and a few brews right now. I told him that I just dropped $200 on one of his employees, and if I want to take pictures I feel like I have earned that right. For some reason, $200 and a bar tab does not afford you the right to take pictures at Shotgun Willie's. Here's the only one that I have (it's not worth a shit):
It's worth noting that the iPhone has no zoom on its camera. The bitch I was trying to take a picture of was unbelievably hot. Hell, 80% of them were hot.
Long story short, after a good 'discussion' with management, I decided to leave. The bitch I dropped all that money on was Swedish, and smoking fucking hot. I wish I had a picture of those titties. I wreak of stale cigarettes and Wild Orchid perfume. I'm not as drunk as I want to be. I have to work in the morning. I'm pretty pissed off and I'm seriously considering walking over to the Penthouse. If I do, I know I'll drop another wad on some other slut, and I am unfortunately too sober to justify it right now. Damn this tolerance I've built up.
Fuck each and every one of you. I'm staying in Denver tomorrow night, and I should be off of work by 3:00 pm at the latest. My Swedish whore literally begged me to come back tomorrow night - to which I told her "I bet you do, so I can drop another wad of cash in your lap." My old whore from last time no longer works there, so I'm going to give the Penthouse a whirl tomorrow night. I'm heading to Beaver Creek on Saturday for a few day's of skiing with the old ball-and-chain, so tomorrow is my last night of bachelor fun. I plan on making the most of it.
Yes, I am well aware that I am a piece of shit. I am a worthless human being. I fucking love every minute of it. Suck my dick.