This was an epic night. Biggie and myself decided to go to a bar in Palatine, and if you are from the NW 'burbs of Chicago, you know this is a shit hole with two bars. Durty Nellies and Lamplighters. I don't remember much of this night except the very end of the night. We walk into the Subway and we see these three whales from high school. My friend told me I was so drunk he had to order for me, which I disagree with since I never had a sandwhich. And here is why...
We get a taxi to take us home and these girls ask us if they can ride with us, before I can even get a "Sure" or "I guess" out of my mouth, Biggie stepped in...
Biggie: No, you fuckin' skanks and fat sluts can get a ride home yourself.
Needless to say the ride home was awkward since they came with us. A few minutes later I come to and realize I don't have my sandwhich. I quickly text message my friend saying I think one of the fat chicks stole it.
Biggie: Alright, which one of you did it?
All 3: Huh? Did what?
Biggie: Which one of you fat bitches ate the sub I bought for B.O.?!?!
Whale1: Excuse you? Fat? Look at yourself?
B.O.: Driver, please pull over.
IndianGuy: Wha? Why? We can not do this?
B.O.: Do it, you'll like your tip more.
So we all get out of the car and I search the taxi van for my subway. At last, I found it. I found the wrapper. We left the girls on the side of the road and went home. Rule #1-Don't eat my Subway, bitch.
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