September 17, 2025
When I was a young man I had many an adventure in drinking establishments. One time I and some friends went to a nightclub and did shots of Wild Turkey. Wild Turkey never agreed with me and I went into the bathroom where I promptly hurled in the toilet. A man was in there looking at me funny "are you o.k." I told him "yes, my stomach was a little upset that's all" and he left. When I came out of the bathroom I was met by the man and two big goons, bouncers for the place.
They barked orders "you're leaving - NOW!" I tried to explain I had to find my friends as I hadn't been the one to drive and they subsequently grabbed me and bodily began tossing me out of the place.
Now,this nightclub had just been in the news for bad behavior by the bouncers; they had gotten into a fight with several of the football Cardinals (who were still in St. Louis then) and so these were some out-of-control thugs. The manager, fearing a lawsuit, came to diffuse the situation. He was a bit more polite, but still wanted me out without finding my friends so I could leave.
I told them man "you had better rein in your goons" and at that point one of said goons grabbed me by the shirt and slammed me up against the wall with this little gem:
"WHO YOU CALLING A GOON!"
I simply said "I rest my case" and the manager made the hooligan let me go.
When I read this essay that's what I thought about.
The Left assaults us, abuses and bullies us, and then calls us the bullies and "violent". I rest my case.The Morning Briefing: Dems Are Lucky We're Not Violent About Them Calling Us Violent
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Sorry you had a bad experience with Wild Turkey. It's the whisky that got me back to drinking bourbon many years ago. Wife and I were in a Houlihan's restaurant one or two days after Thanksgiving, and on a whim I decided to have a whisky to accompany my beer and, since it was Thanksgiving-time I decided to have a Wild Turkey. That got me off Scotch and on bourbon. Nothing against Scotch except the cost.
Posted by: Dana Mathewson at September 17, 2025 11:49 PM (qL1rE)
My friends and I stopped for a drink in the upper bar and we all did shots. Mine was Wild Turkey. I immediately felt my stomach churn and knew what was coming. I took off like a bat out of hell for the bathrooms down below, hit the landing and projectile vomited all over the crowded dance floor!
Thinking quickly (it was the beginning of the night and I was still sober) I jumped into the crowd and pretended I was a victim of the "mad puker". People were ANGRY and I cursed myself out along with them!
They never did realize it was me and so we didn't get kicked out of the place, luckily. As I say it was the very beginning of the night and I hadn't really consumed anything.
Ah, the follies of youth!
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