Who can get the drunken kickycan closest to his house?

Gus

I was able to get him 6 meters, boy is he going to be sore tomorrow, he fell 6 times.

If I win, could I have something other than a pic of boomerangs knockers?

29 meters! It takes a drunk to walk like one.

66 meters, but I bet I can do better.

well, a sensation that this Swiss game such famous is. :-)

I played this game already a few times. Now it was 74 meters.

don't know about getting him home but i met a cute guy named binggi :-)

Hey! That is pretty close to what happened to me tonight, Gus.

I went out with a couple friends, and we ended up doing tequila shots at the "Pig n' Whistle" on 55th and 3rd...yadda yadda yada, they get in a taxi to Queens, and I'm walking around blitzed, alone, and happy at 59th and Lexington at 3:00 in the morning.

So I'm stumbling along, happy and smashed as a clam, when some cute young french tourist asks me how to get to the uptown subway. So I ask her to hold on a second, because I'm drunk. She smiles nervously and decides that I'm harmless, as I look around to get my bearings.

I look up, and there's the red-orange neon sign out front of the old friendly "Subway Inn" at 60th and Lex. A monument to dive bars everywhere. It could be the coolest dive bar on the planet...

"Mister, wake up...Mister!"

It's the cute french girl, shaking me awake. I've passed out and fallen into a heap on the street again. Damn those stupid friends of mine for getting me drunk! Again!

But what a cute face. I wonder if she might possibly speak Italian.

I walk with her to the Subway Inn, to the corner where her uptown train is. I compliment her on her english. She smiles again, and tells me how much she is enjoying seeing New York.

I think about asking her if she'd like to get a drink with me at the Subway Inn, but I don't. I point her to the entrance to the subway. She thanks me, smiling, and is gone.

I get lost on the way home, twice, although I have been this way many times before. But it's not my fault. The image of a cute french tourist is dancing in front of my eyes, making it hard to see.

That's some nice writing Kicky.

Kicky

That french girl was me!



To bad you were to drunk we could have had a good time :-)

And just for the record I don't speak Italian.

:-)

What for a story!

This is what really happened-

My straightedge friend beat my score by 10. I emphasize that he is straightedge since he emphasized it to me.

It seems Paula is an editor. Pretty clever.

I'm just goofing on the Kicker. If he wasn't such a good sport it wouldn't even bother :-)

Who loves ya?

Who?

Now do a chicken

That's against the law!

You're an editor for an attorney? Right?

Nice try :-)