The stripper, a pictorial

So, we finally got the bachelor party photos back from the lab and they’re not too bad. There’s even some of the stripper getting beat up, but luckily I kept my heart true and didn’t get caught up in the blood frenzy. That’s right, I saved a stripper’s life, once again. I feel pretty good about that, but you’re not here to listen to me toot my own horn, you’re here to see the craziness unfold before your eyes.

Scooter and I playing rock, paper, scissors in an alley that has hardwood floors. I'm winning.

OMFG, Juice just magically appeared, and he's wearing The Traveling Blue Shirt.

(J)Holy shit dudes, I just put the shirt on, and as soon as my head popped out the neck, I was here.

 

(B) Ha ha, I told you it was magic. It knew you needed to come to my super fun bachelor party.

(J) Are you fucking kidding me? I love rock, paper, scissors. (S) Who doesn't?

(B) Hahahahahaha, a three way tie. Who woulda thunk it?

As we all laughed about getting a three way tie, we didn’t even notice Frenchy slide up in his slick suit. After a high five, and a hearty hello, we got back to the bachelor party. Now we just have to wait for the stripper to show. I wonder who it will be? You see we live in a small town, so you have to take whoever the agency sends you, but it’s not like it matters, there’s no such thing as a bad stripper.

(F) I brought you fuckairs some special drink.

(S)What's the drink, Frenchy? (F) It's something I picked up in northern Ontario.

(J) Did you get some of that bear gall bladder tea? That shit is dope.

(F) Yeah, it's like a diluted version of that, so drink up, assholes.

(S) It looks like piss, but whatevs. Down the hatch.

It was now looking like we were going to drink piss, not that there’s anything wrong with that, and Scooter was the first one to down his. He said it smelled and tasted like some sort of piss, but that it wasn’t human or cat. We all wondered how the hell he knew that, and he said he watches the Discovery Channel a lot. We didn’t question further because he’s fucking huge, and he just drank some piss. Now it’s my turn.

 

(B) It has a crazy edge to it, but it's not horrible. I can feel a type of rage growing inside of me, but my love for Mrs. Birdman will keep it at bay.

(J) Well, you disgusting bastards have peer pressured me into it, so I guess I'll be next.

(S) Drink up Frenchy. Oh, and if this turns into "Very Bad Things" I want to be Christian Slater.

(F) I feel so ALIVE!!!!!! and I may have just sharted.

(J) Hahahaha, I think we just drank a cup of pee.

(B) Haha. Frenchy, where did you get that stuff? It's pretty gross.

As Frenchy tried to read the handwritten label on the small bottle in his hand, we all had a good laugh. He showed us the label and then we realized what had happened. The guy at the Husky truckstop in Cochrane, Ontario had sold him bear urine. Frenchy thought it said ursine ursine, but it really said ursine urine. It’s used to keep deer and other animals away from your pot plants, but we didn’t know until it was too late. Oh well, it was an honest mistake.

(S) Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh, I feel like ripping open some garbage.

(J) Oh great. Where the hell did Frenchy go?

Well, I’m sorry to do this to you, but we don’t have time to finish this story. It will have to continue on Friday, because tomorrow is Therapy Thursday. I really hope some kind soul sends in a problem to us at birdman@changethetopic.com. If not, I guess I’ll have to do some more Dear Abbies. Boooo

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, this house just ain’t a home, anytime she goes away,

Birdman

P.S. Want more? There are two more posts in this series, and the next one is The stripper, a pictorial Pt.II

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14 thoughts on “The stripper, a pictorial

  1. It is one magical blue shirt…makes u feel all warm and fuzzy 🙂 And if u are looking for more ursine I can hook u up! haha

  2. What the F? I’m not sure about you 4 assholes, but i’m thinkin one of the best parts of the batchellor party, and one of the biggest blog whores I know, were just screwed out of a little blogtime and pictorial show-off-ism! Like really…. not even a hint, peek or flirt?
    REALLY, REALLY, REALLY PISSED!
    (not really, but wanted to sound tough before all the *SPOILER* shots!)
    Gadget

    • Oh, buddy, I sure wanted to put some up, but then the suspense is gone. You are right about it being the best part of the blog though. Gonna be so much fun.

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    • It’s got a smoky, woodsy flavour, with earthy undertones. If you want, I’ll see if I can pick you up some.

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