The Sequel Nobody Demanded

The Sequel Nobody Demanded

This is a continuation of the post "Rum in the Jungle". So I guess you could say it's like Kill Bill, only really stupid. On that note, I'm proud to present to Annoy Readers Vol. 2.

When we last left myself, I was having what could be loosely termed as fun in a local bar. But the night must come to an end, so we trotted off to the house of Dane's mother and stepfather. After arriving, I forced Dane and Famira to recognize the glory of Strong Bad. I'm sure they did, and they're currently thinking of new and imaginative ways to thank me.

The next day I went back home. I'll give you a moment to appreciate that awe-inspiring sentence.

I was supposed to meet Dizzane and Fizzlamizzlera at Duffer's Pub to partake in watching of the hockey game on Saturday night, but I decided I'd immerse myself in Jak II instead. Heh, it was worth it. After escorting three bickering morons through the sewers to blow up a statue, I figured it was time to bless them with my presence. And bless them I did. And guess what? Cheap Sunglasses - the ZZ Top tribute band - was playing AGAIN that night! Oh boy! We didn't think we'd be able to handle such excitement, so off we danced to the Fish Bowl. Because it's such a wonderful place, and I... errm... have a crush on one of the waitresses there. Heh. It was a decisive night, and I needed to impress her right away. So, I downed eight rye and cokes and became stupidly pissed. That had to leave an impression, no? Yep, and trying to walk out an obviously barred door and being laughed at by the DJ. The SuperStud's back in action, puttin' his love life in traction.

Drunken antics can only go so far, so it was time to head back to the house to get some sleep. I was getting ready for another good night on the couch when Dane's stepfather entered the living room. He asked how the night was, then glanced over in my direction.

"You live near Leslieville, Joel?" he asked.
"Yep." I replied.
"Okay. Go home. Don't wanna see you on the couch in the morning."

Because I was not wanted there, and I had nowhere else to go, and I was much too drunk to drive, I was forced to spend the night in my car. We watched Hellboy for about an hour, then Dane drove me back into town.

As you can imagine, my ass is still chapped over this.

I'm not going to argue his right to remove me from his property. What I have an issue with is that if there was a problem with me spending the night on the couch there were plenty of oppurtunities to tell me so beforehand. Over the past four months I've spent the night over there a total of nine times. The amount of complaints I've heard over this? Exactly zip. Telling me on the last night I'd be hanging out with Dane when my options for alternative arrangements were few reeks of passive-agressive bullshit. You know, I liked Dane's stepfather. I think I may even have respected him. That's kinda gone out the fucking window now, hasn't it?

And so, I spent the night in my car. It was

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