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After three of my four Sleeg shifts of the week logged, I am becoming very tired of people. Question: Why does our society cater to the gutless? I have been dealing with officers Dunlop and Shultz of BPD regarding two separate mixes at the bar. I have two cocksuckers attempting to throw assault charges my way…for doing my job.
Here I sit, typing with a crooked finger from one of two said incidents thinking that this is pure bullshit. Case one. I’m tending bar a few weeks back when a patron comes behind the bar to tell me that his drink is weak. That is trespassing my friends. I provided the dude with ample warning to relocate before removing him. He has told the police that I knocked the drink out of his hand, tossed him against the wall, and took him out back in a headlock. This is true. He has however failed to mention where he was when this happened. Case closed. Number two. Tony and I get involved with a kid regarding an ID. After being asked to leave numerous times, and being made aware of the fact that he was indeed trespassing, this all-star decides to get physical. I end up throated from behind by this guy’s buddy, we hit the ground and start going at it. If there were to be any charges pressed, it should have been on this guy…I am however not a pansy. Anyhow, somehow this all plays out to have me looking at yet another ticket. How is beyond me.
I am at a loss as to why folks in general are unwilling to take responsibility for their actions. There is no excuse for this nonsense in my opinion.

Enough of that. I have been wrestling with my copy of photoshop, my ftp client, pjpg and JPG extensions, etc. and have not been doing a ton of posting. Look for a new section soon, however…I have one up my sleeve.

Attention all bouncerblog.comers. This weekend marks the reemergence of the weird beard. Anthony has the weekend off from the country club and thus he Kyle and I will be sporting the hottest look in the facial hair grooming department. Feel free to join us at the best smelling bar west of Butte for this monumental occasion.

I have a big case of cabin fever after being snowed out of work again. Check this out.

Athletic Bear

No idea as to when this happened, but is seems like PETA should take note.

This is what Kevin Federline would do. I smell a Halloween costume.

Well here we go again. Here is the weekend in review from this blogger’s point of view. Let me first start by throwing up a thumb, as well as a crooked ass pinky to those Fightin’ ‘Cats. It appears as though there is ample enough parking at MSU to accommodate our football squad, Josh.
Anyhow, the weekend looked super Thursday afternoon. jLo shoots me this sweet pic from campus. Yessir, that is a true Canadian tuxedo. Don’t get me wrong, I love denim…just not as much as this fella.
editor’s note: I would like to know who made the call to throw the auxiliary dry erase board in this room. Give me a break.

Jump nearer to quitting time. Dave, who incidentally signs my checks, shows me what side is the best side.

Friday. Half day due to rain lops my work day to eleven hours. I grab a nap and head to Dave’s for some serious prep cooking…twenty five pounds of chicken, twenty five pounds of sirloin. And some vegetables.
editor’s note: Sparks makes a terrific object when referencing scale.

Friday later. Some, not all, hell breaks loose in the Sleeg. The boys and I are involved in an altercation leaving my finger looking like this.

And this. I managed to get blindsided; some guy elevates me up a few stairs by my throat. I hit my feet and promptly hit the deck with said assailant…only to be met by a wall of bouncerblog.com’ers playing the parts of heroes. I blow snot and lose both my cool and my shirt.

Charges are pending…Until this junk blows over lets keep things shrouded in secrecy, and ice packs.

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Introducing the first ever bouncerblog.com pre-tailgate wine sampling. Join the gang Saturday morning for this unprecedented affair. Details to follow.

This Saturday marked the Montana State Fighting Bobcat’s home opener. The MSU grounds crew has provided the Cats with a terrific playing surface this season…unbeknownst to most alum and practically all coeds in attendance, Grif and Steve Sampson included.

To those nonattendees, the game is secondary to parking lot drinking…in fact, the game is often only evident when the cannon is torched after a touchdown. Pink, personalized Bubba Keg’s full of hops, skips, and goes, naked for some…Pabst Blue Ribbon for others. Interesting day, though. While I was putting together a wiring harness for my Yukon, Grif and Biddy were putting 30 Busch Lights in a cooler with Country Time and vodka. Gross…I do my best to avoid ingesting all three of those. A few hours elapse and my work flatbed trailer is the place to be for a few dozen hard drinking dudes and dudettes. Feel free to join us in two weeks. I don’t imagine we will have grown up by then.

Tell a friend…this beast is on the market. 1992 K5 Blazer appx. 142 thousand miles, 4×4, auto everything.

Unfortuanately, this whip has no engine. Make me an offer. Oh, yeah…I forgot to mention that this vehicle is equiped with tilt.

Okay…one more obscure post before Grif and I tear it up. So my boss and I are waiting in line at Boondoggles (gas station sandwich shop…I love grinders, subs, dagwoods, whatever) when I spot a real dude wearing the same shoes as I. This may be commonplace for some bouncerblog.com readers; this is a first for me. See, I have for the past two odd years been purchasing disposable footwear in the form of *-Mart velcro shoes. Under five dollers per unit and surprisingly comfortable. Example:

I also name my velcs…I christened this particular model the Buzzer Beaters. Past pairs incluce the Game Times, Triple Doubles, and Ally-oops.