Chapter9: Salty Slog
That was the worst night I had in my entire life. Hell they gave us better beds at the Brewery!!! At about f***ing 6 A.M another Intern bursed into the room. "Yo get the hell out of here you assholes your beauty sleeps over." He shouted and pushed us off the bed. " Hey you mother f***er what the hell are you doing?" I asked. " You get to stay here till 6:00 then we kick you out and let some other sucker come in for an outragious price, it's a living." He said. We didn't want to argue so we hauled our sorry tushes out of bed just like in the Brewery. We packed up the little things we had and ran the hell out the door as fast as our little ass' could go. We took the directions the Intern at the corner gave us and walked till about 8:00, till we finnaly came to the place that started this whole Odd damned shinanigan. The Salty Slog. The greatest Pina Colada establishment ever established for Pina Coladas. We walked in and I felt like I had died and gone to the bathroom to barf. "This place sucks ass!!" Shouted Mike. He was pretty damned right too. There were ratz crawling all over the floor, and the whole place smelled like a Slig 5 days after it tried to fly off a cliff to prove to his friends that he really got promoted to a flying Slig, but forgot to put on his wings that morning. " I came all the way down here in a loincloth and this is what I get?" I yelled at the bar tender. "Thats cause we didn't bring out Weed yet, when they get a wiff of that stuff the whole place looks all swirley and the walls are pretty colors." Said the bar tender." What if we don't want any Weed?" Mike asked. " Then we bring out the moon shine." He said. "Well what if we don't want anything illegal, or may inflict brain damage?" "Then you gotta stare at this dump, what do you want us to do make it so you can see the floor or something?!" He shouted. "I don't want to argue about something stupid like this, what time do you start selling the Pina Coladas?!" I asked/shouted. " It's about 8:00..hmmmm...... you got about 10 hours unril it starts." He said. "WHAT?!!!!!!! 10 HOURS?!!!!!!!!!!" MIke shouted. "We call it Pina Colada night for a reason!!! If we started it at 8 we would call it Pina Colada day cause it lasts till 12:00 when we close and although it would get us a hell of alot of moolah we don't want stoners tossing their cookies all over the floor ALL day. 6 hours of barf lying on the floor is enough but all day?!! Forget it!" He shouted. He had a point so we waited..... and waited.......and waited..... and waited some more....... the number of times I said we were waiting would go on for a hell of a long time so lets just skip that part. Anyway it was 5:55 and some people were allready starting to come in. "5,4,3,2,1,..." Said the bartender. Right when he said 1 the door burst open and a few hundred people came pouring in. "Holy f**k lets get a seat before we end up waiting in a line going all the way back to the Hotel California!" I shouted. We sat down just in time before the swarm of hookers, stoners, and freeloaders attacked the counter. " Okay everyone who wants some Crack?!!!" Yelled the bar tender.(Who's line is it anyway is on so I'm too distracted to wright anymore!)
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