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Originally Posted by The Reaper
I feel an Irish Car Bomb or two sneaking up on me.
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I linked up with a young Ranger about a year ago at some weird punk rock bar that he selected. I was feeling very out of place, sitting in the corner drinking my Guinness, while my 'buddy' played a game of pool with an alien-looking chick with maroon hair and a numerous body piercings.
After awhile, the bartender walked over to me, made a comment about my Ranger t-shirt, and asked me if I wanted an Irish Car Bomb. Being an old fart who doesn't get out much, I naturally assumed that this punk wanted me to go out to his car with him and smoke a bong of dope.
I got in the kid's face and was giving him a verbal thrashing about my dislike of illicit drugs and freaks like him. When I finished, the cowering rocker said, "Geez, dude, I just wanted to buy you a drink in appreciation of your service."
Yes, I felt like a dork. The kid brought me my first Irish Car Bomb (on the house) and it now ranks high among my favorites.
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