A whole gang of us went to Gustav’s (german food) restaurant last night for drinking and happy hour food. Most people didn’t have much to drink, but Steve and I got nicely drunk. Some highlights of the evening:
- Steve: “no, my pants just fell off by themselves!”
- Our toast to Miles’ empty glass over Miles’ protests.
- Me and Steve loudly singing “turkey in the straw” in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
- Steve: “…and now to desicrate the body.”
- Miles: “do you even LIKE martinis and cigars?”
- Some waiter who walked by our table with a mug of beer balanced on his head.
- Me (in response to Steve feeling sorry for himself): “Here’s Steve, who died on the cross for all of our sins.”
Steve: “I’m not saying I AM Jesus, just that I’m LIKE Jesus!”
Me: “Yes, I came to die for man’s sins, and I stayed for the fondue!”
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I'm a 30-year-old 
