Hercules is sick. 
My '87 VW Golf's transmission or clutch or some shit went bad on the way to the Slappy Cock last night. For those unfamiliar with Slappy Cock, germans are notoriously bad at naming their nightlife establishments.
The club is called Happy Rock, and it's our dive of choice because they play rock music (as opposed to most of the clubs over here that play "black" music). Anyway, because this particular club has a reputation for being a meat market (the German girls love the American soldiers), we renamed The Happy Rock to The Slappy Cock.
Anyway, my car's whatever goes out on the way there. No big deal really, I mean, it sucks not having a car here, but still, shitty little throwaway cars here are cheap. Hercules cost $200.
The night goes well, and the tequila shots are going down like water. I was snapping pictures all night, but I dropped my camera and broke that too. I actually mourned the loss of my camera more than my car. No matter where I go, I have a camera. It's a part of me!
I ended up puking on my shirt early this morning, but it's all good. Some pizza cleared that up. But when I got home and looked at the pictures, I can definately see where the night started getting hazy.
It started with some really good group shots... ironically of us doing shots, and later one there was a picture of me standing on a table holding some chick.
All in all, it was just another night at the Slappy Cock. After Christmas, most of my buddies will be gone for good so... we just gotta live it up as much as we can while we can.
My '87 VW Golf's transmission or clutch or some shit went bad on the way to the Slappy Cock last night. For those unfamiliar with Slappy Cock, germans are notoriously bad at naming their nightlife establishments.
The club is called Happy Rock, and it's our dive of choice because they play rock music (as opposed to most of the clubs over here that play "black" music). Anyway, because this particular club has a reputation for being a meat market (the German girls love the American soldiers), we renamed The Happy Rock to The Slappy Cock.
Anyway, my car's whatever goes out on the way there. No big deal really, I mean, it sucks not having a car here, but still, shitty little throwaway cars here are cheap. Hercules cost $200.
The night goes well, and the tequila shots are going down like water. I was snapping pictures all night, but I dropped my camera and broke that too. I actually mourned the loss of my camera more than my car. No matter where I go, I have a camera. It's a part of me!
I ended up puking on my shirt early this morning, but it's all good. Some pizza cleared that up. But when I got home and looked at the pictures, I can definately see where the night started getting hazy.
It started with some really good group shots... ironically of us doing shots, and later one there was a picture of me standing on a table holding some chick.
All in all, it was just another night at the Slappy Cock. After Christmas, most of my buddies will be gone for good so... we just gotta live it up as much as we can while we can.