…old man yoostah *me for tonight* went out to some fratty sports bar and uberHerb (wire-frame middle school glasses and all) decides the following:

while watching my favorite college football team (the nc state wolfWACK) lose the wackest beer guzzling college ever (ECU-greenville,nc) — he thinks that i am and, this is tough to believe at a venue such as this btw….

LOOKING AT HIM LIKE I HAVE A PROBLEM… LOL.

at this point the jolly 425 lb. right-guard (ghost of 1983 ECU offensive lineman of the past) who i have managed to befriend exits his bar stool for the first time since i got there to watch the game. here’s what he says to the boner who even my 4-year old could’ve spit on for the ko….

“Yo. I think you just probably oughtta move your little white ass along, or go on and git the fuck outside. We’re watching this game, and I’m gonna get mad if I have to waste any more time with this buhhhhhhh—llllll-shit. You heard me?”

Damn near epic, the tool that i was ready to release wolfpack frustration on launches the highest-class, legal-worth and notarized “I’m so sorry dude, I just have some issues..” blah blah speel on me i’d ever crossed waves with at a stupid sports bar. Go Pirates, esp. the offensive linemen from the early 80′s~! woooot. good looks, nice to meet ya Mr. Michael… but i mean come on… i coulda taken ‘em