Sunday, April 4, 2010

Pine Lodge, Pollock Pines (again)



An old dude was walking around with a leashed cat on his shoulders. Another fell off his stool -- everyone rushed to his aid, fearing stroke, heart attack (he was really old), but no, he was just drunk. The bartender had obviously just had her breasts WAY augmented. Like whoa. Erika, drunk, looked at her at one point, gestured at the buxom lady's chest and said, "Hmmm, you should really just tone this all down, honey." Bartender missed it completely.

I love the Pine Lodge. They have a stripper pole. And snow and beer pong. And pine trees and Clampers (also wow). And awesomeness.

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