ok, so i finally had something happen that is completely blog worthy...so on tuesday night after the bitch was calling me satanic, joes came and got me. we went to riverside park in billings (as there was nothing else to do) and we walked the trails for a while...it was getting dark, so we finally got back up to the parking lot after walking a lot. then we just chilled on the grass...after laying there for a while and hearing weird noises, i sit up, and there happens to be a 4 some going on! its the fucking ducks! so after my stomache stops hurting from laughing...i decide those porn monkeys should quit their "fucking around." after chasing all the horny bastards away, we went up to the outback steakhouse. so we eat, and they have this really awesome bread...so im so full i start gagging since i cant hold anymore food down, but we have this crazy waiter that keeps giving us this bread, and on top of that, he keeps taking off with Joe's soda, even when hes only taken 3 sips out of it, (finally Joe realizes that he cant part with what seems to be his last soda, so as the waiter nears, joe holds on to the soda by picking it up and practically hugging it) then the waiter brings the ticket. they clear everything off the table, and i guess the waiter caught joe off guard, as the waiter was bringing joes card back, he brings a completely new soda out for him, so all in all, joes has had like 20 different sodas (ok, im exaggerating alittle) i think he took a few sips, but then we just left the fucker there...so i decided that i felt bad for the fucking ducks since we didnt have any bread to break up their orgy....so i look over, and we have like half of the first loaf of bread, and a brand new loaf, so i take the whole loaf, and i decide it would be best if the ducks by the steakhouse should have it....soooo...i shove the whole loaf in my cargo pants pocket....we then went to the pond where the ducks are and i started feeding them, meanwhile, joe is taking pictures, and while im feeding the ducks, im feeding my already stuffed face with the bread, so i have my cheeks blown out like a fat old woman on botox, great pictures have come of that...in the end, i decide the bread is too classey for the ducks, so i shove the half downed loaf back in my pocket...i get home, and i gave the bread to the bitch...but only after i drooled on it, the ducks deserved the bread more though,...he he he...so that is my ducks at the steakhouse story!
