In honor of Kojak....

If you didn't go out with us last night, you missed an attempted brawl by yours truly. Here's the breakdown. In my infinite playfulness I just decided that this one guy was being a little too inconsiderate. Not really. He just grabbed his drink off the counter in front of us. That didn't stop me. Anyway, I looked at one third of the X-Men waiting to back me up, switched back a glance at the evil man, and fell over onto him with all my weight...all the while feverishly slapping in the direction of his drink.

To my surprise, he caught me. But I did manage to splash his clear pansy-ass bubbly drink all down his shirt. Yeah me! I mean c'mon, I wouldn't have done this if he wasn't wearing a euro-looking, fat collared, tight leather jacket and drinking a PBR.

Well, needless to say, the guy thought I was giving him a hug and started talking to me...how does that happen? I guess I don't really have the face for ass kicking.

I did realize one thing though...If I am not wearing my glasses, I am more prone to do something mischievous. Now you know.