I was an 11 on the intoxication scale last weekend. I walked out of the bathroom into an altercation. It was not my fight, I was just in the middle of it. I was blindsided by what I presume to be a bottle. 26 stitches around my eye and cheek. Never fell over, BTW. Just exclaimed, "What the f*** was that about!!!" ANd walk to the hospital.Originally posted by TexasPlanner
woah- what little inside joke was that? Did our dear Prudence really find out who the barmaid's boyfriend was?
Prudence has not had a drink in 8 days, and will not go to a bar for a while...just to be safe. Stitches are out. No scars will result from the incident. A big thank you to the doctor for his needlepoint skills, though.
As for the HONK, HONK...