Sunday, June 25, 2006 :::
Even on opposite sides of the car seat and invisible to each other, me and this random cab driver somehow decided to spontaneously make the same hideously glazed-over face for the camera:
What are the odds. This was on Friday before T-bone ended up like this, which means I ended up walking home five miles through the ghetto at 3:30am.
::: posted by dan at 11:13 PM :: [ link ] :: (16) comments
16 previous comments:
I love how facial expressions is what we are supposed to focus on here. How many drinks does it take to get t-bone out of his clothes?
By the other sarah, at 12:04 AM
where's the rest of this story?
not about the cab driver and then faces . . . the one about your HOT friend walking like that through the streets? here, here, i agree with sarah!
By angie, at 12:30 AM
OMG! Hilarious! Did he puke on his clothes and lose his keys?... Yeah! wheres the rest of the story!
By sweets-n-scotch, at 12:41 AM
Looks like we're still clamouring for more story :-)
heh, and all I can think of right now is that T-Bone would've FIT RIGHT IN along with all the other hot topless men I saw here during our Pride parade today!
By , at 3:30 AM
I am thiking out of money,no taxi, too late for the bus, no friends available to pick your asses up......
or just walking off a terrible drunk...
there is more to this story dan,,,
we have all seen drunk t-bone pics,,but this one is the
most interesting to date.
tell us all the dirt.
you owe it to us.
By , at 5:18 AM
Oh boy! I'm laughing my a** off right now. What a picture!
By Georg, at 5:52 AM
This was after many drinks at four different bars and right before a final stop at a friend's apartment. I'm not sure how many drinks it takes to get T out of his clothes, but it's clearly less than what it takes for me, because that picture simply represents T-Bone's unsuccessful attempt at getting people to streak, and I didn't participate.
It is, however, too many drinks to drive dan home, so if I wanted to sleep in my own bed then I was going to have to find an alternative mode of transportation. I left on foot hoping to catch a cab on the way but it was later than I expected, plus I accidentally walked the wrong way which put me in an area where cabs don't frequent and where you don't want to stand around on a corner for twenty minutes waiting for one. So I tried to get a cab to pick me up by predicting which intersection I would be at in twenty minutes, but my calculations failed. Long story short, no cabs, too late for buses, and I walked about 5 miles home.
I supposed I could have just crashed at the friend's apartment like T, but that's not really my style.
By dan, at 10:07 AM
How very "old school" of T. "We're going streaking!" He must love the drunk tank...
I was under the impression that streaking involved nudity, not boxers.
By the other sarah, at 11:20 AM
Mmm, who is the cutie with the cancer stick in the cab?
By , at 11:43 AM
Wow that picture just killed my old lady crush!
By , at 12:17 PM
I'd of streaked. It's been way too long. lol.
By elizabeth, at 7:27 PM
I'm with Sarah, however, streaking is done in the nude.
By elizabeth, at 7:29 PM
who took the picture?
By Honey Bunny, at 8:52 PM
Apparently T is the type who likes to wear mid-calf black socks with boxers...probably too drunk to notice/care how ridiculous that is.
By , at 2:49 PM
Is there like an interview process to get on Dan's blogroll??
I'm almost clever sometimes...
Check me out Dan
By the other sarah, at 7:28 PM
What's REALLY frightening is that your cab driver looks almost identical to my neighbor. He's a painter, but maybe he's been doing some moonlighting?
By , at 12:24 PM
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