So, I called BITE ME GUIDE SERVICE, as listed on the ad. They answered the phone with "Bite ME, how can I help you?
To which I responded "Well same to you fella, this is the IRS calling and we need the phone number to your attorney. We want to talk to him before we come to your place to talk to you."
Then I asked politely, "Now, let's try this again, what business did I reach by calling this number?"
A pause, a sigh, then a slow and softly voiced response......."Bite Me".
I knew the guy was about to pass out, so I hit him with "Well Bite Me too, and we'll be over there in 3 miuntes, ya see that Blue Crown Victoria Sedan across the street? That's me, and we're hitting the door as soon as SWAT gets here".
I heard the phone drop, lots of shouting and srceaming and heavy foot traffic.......then the phone went dead. I hung up so they had no chance of hearing my hysterical laughter.
Wife came down stairs and asked me "Who were you just talking too, and why are you laughing so much".
I answered "BITE ME"....and before I could get another word out, I got hit in the head with a left hook that Mike Tyson would have envied. I'll write more when I can see out of this eye again and the swelling goes down.
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That drinking brings out the best stories! Put a steak on the eye just watch the dog.
