OnMackBayou
Beach Lover
For me, it was about ten years ago at Gruene Hall in the Texas Hill Country. It's an ancient saloon where even the furniture is older than Willie Nelson, a frequent guest there.
I was in the men's room making room for some more Shiner Bock, standing shoulder to shoulder with about ten other guys at a community trough that hangs on the wall. The fellow drunk standing next to me told his buddy, who was standing next to him, "Hey, I got a girl's phone number!" "No way!" his buddy replied. "Did so, here, it's in my wallet."
The drunk pulls out his wallet to get the piece of paper....and fumbles it down into the trough in front of his buddy, who never stops doing his business all over it. He never changed expression, just kept looking down and urinating and said, "She'll never go out with you after she hears about this."
I was in the men's room making room for some more Shiner Bock, standing shoulder to shoulder with about ten other guys at a community trough that hangs on the wall. The fellow drunk standing next to me told his buddy, who was standing next to him, "Hey, I got a girl's phone number!" "No way!" his buddy replied. "Did so, here, it's in my wallet."
The drunk pulls out his wallet to get the piece of paper....and fumbles it down into the trough in front of his buddy, who never stops doing his business all over it. He never changed expression, just kept looking down and urinating and said, "She'll never go out with you after she hears about this."

