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We're going into OVERTIME

You should all call my cell phone.

The evening was amazing. First of all, the Riders got DESTROYED which always makes my night. Then, after discussing politics and finishing a 40 pounder of spiced rum and the remainder of "Mitch's Cabin Vodka" at my house, Garth, Moose, me and Cori went to the Overtime Bar and Grill. We drank like Lords at the bar -- and we almost got nunchuked! You don't even know!!!

(Uh...watch wedding crashers to get this reference. Not only is it an amazing movie, but if Cori meets a tragic fate and dies after being bitten by the lethal green mamba snake as we explore the jungles of Brazil, then I have already decided that I am going to become Owen Wilson. Moose has already called dibs on being Vince Vaughn. And we too shall live the life).

Eventually Cori decided she was tired of dancing with the same three dudes and left; Garth followed shortly thereafter. Moose and I stayed, uh....dancing with ourselves. But only 'cause we are comfortable with our sexuality

I was prompting and prodding Moose to go ask certain women to dance. Afterall, he just came from AFRICA (15 pounds lighter, if you can believe it) and should have more lines than he would know what do to with...so he would do his "shoulder shuffle" and work his way into a group of chicks. And then say nothing...and get shot down...all in all what we've come to expect.

But there was this one chick that was actually INTO the whole schtick and was dancing with Moose. Believe it or not, she asked for his number. I will vouch for this momentous occasion as I was there and it didn't require any trickery or a roofy-colada.

But because he didn't have an Edmonton phone number, but yet didn't want to look like a stain, he did the only logical thing that came to mind...

He gave her my number.

Then he told me to change my voicemail to make it sound like him and I are room mates.




And because I love to help all the brothers from different mothers, I complied...

Recognizing what a flawless victory last night represented, Moose and I left the bar. Okay...so more like they flipped on all the lights and told us to get the fuck out. We tried to get a ride home with these Italians (ummm, don't ask) and then decided to walk home.

The End.


P.S. We have to start going to the Overtime more often. It is a slightly older crowd (kinda like the Gas Pump) but it's actually classy and the people (in general) are all good looking (kinda unlike the Gas Pump)

posted by Team Shawn Michaels @ 1:10 p.m.