Pretty much every single person at the bar got up and left when the Cowboys scored with six minutes left, cause we all had money on the Giants. I was pulling up to the strip club (planning to drown my sorrows in tits and booze), when I checked the score almost for shits and giggles, and saw that they had just come back. THEN the blocked field goal?!
It was crazy. More than $4G swung our way with that game, so everybody was partying like an asshole. I hate Eli Manning, but I could kiss that lightbulb headed fuck right now, no homo.
I wish shit didn';t close so early on weekdays, but that's the way it is here. Also, the owner of the strip club broke some kid's face open right as I was leaving. What a good night