monsvalentine

met this guy at the bar. nice guy. his name was dan. actually, i'm certain it still is. he was completely faded. drinking all by himself. he started rambling about this and that. it was quite amusing actually. but also kind of depressing.

he pointed to the window. "you see that bridge across the street?" "we acknowledged a polite yes. "well, guess who built that bridge?" we shrugged our shoulders. "i did," yelled dan. "that bridge took about six months and i did it alone. all by myself. but do they call me dan the bridge builder? no, they don't!" we were just like... ooooookay.

then dan yells at us again. "you see that church out there?" yes, we saw it. it was there. "i built that church. it took me a full year to complete it. one full year. because of me, we now have a village church. but do they call me dan the church builder? no, they don't!" oooookay. whatever. jesus freak.

then he slammed his ale, ordered another beer and pointed out a different window. "you see that school over there?" yes. "i built that school with my own two hands. part of my blood. some of my sweat. and a few of my tears went into that project. that took me almost a year and a half. and now our children have a new school to go to. but do they call me dan the school builder? no, they don't!" oooookay. we all let him know that we thought that was pretty cool of him.

then dan slammed the beer he just received and shouted, "but, you fuck one goat!"