the mayor of st. patis day

went to a bar with a group of friends and after spending about 300 a piece (we were there for a while) we were good and drunk.  Because of my friend Tony, somehow he had mentioned to the bartender that I was a direct decendant of St. Pati himself and everyone, including the bartenders, who was drunk, believed him and soon, I was paraded on the bar, auctioned off and given various girls' under garments.  It was one of the best lies of my life.
jbbarton23 jbbarton23
1 Response Mar 16, 2006