No fair refering to jokes without sharing.

Yeah, well, we went down slides.

holy fuckig shit we just got home and were hanging out on 1st ave all night very drunkenly, mr. g's birthday, observed, and all. but now it's 3am we must be lonely good night. i wished we ahd seen pips and jons adn hugee anuses but maybe another time.

OK, clarification: Around 8 o'clock, pips was like "I'm restless, lets go out." So first we went to Sushi Mart on 2nd ave and had seaweed salad, spicy tuna, philadelphia maki and vegetable tempura, all of which was excellent. Then we went over to Manitoba's and downed some beers and Jack & Cokes while listening to Black Sabbath and the Stooges on the juke. When Handsome Dick showed, I told him that I had been looking forward to seeing him sing with what was left of the MC5 on thursday but the show had been cancelled. He said he had been looking forward to it, too. He also told us about touring Europe with the 5 and how in Germany the bus driver had entered the vehicle and said "My name iz Rolf, and zere is no shitting on my bus!" There was also a couple consisting of a Nicaraguan lady cop and a dude in a Hebrew National t-shirt that I coveted. At one point, 3 pretty college type girls came in. Handsome Dick even found them chairs and a table but they took a look at the assembled habitues and turned right around. "I'm not for everybody," Dick said with a shrug. "Ah, you're a gentleman and a mensch!" which brought an 'ah, fellow tribe member," grin from him.

Then we wandered down 1st and ran into the Janus, we chewed the rag for a bit, but he was with some people and couldn't hang. So went to the Mars Bar, the single scuzziest bar in the East Village. Pips carved "Pips," into the bar with her penknife. A guy who looked like a dissipated Jerry Orbach was hanging around and kept telling us that Bloomberg is a bum. No argument here. We wandered into a few other bars, some of which were gay/lesbian bars, where pips said that a few guys were staring at me like I was lunch. She got a few looks from the ladies herself. Don't hate us cause we're beautiful. When we got back to astoria around 2am, from the row house next door we heard someone playing vaguely eastern european music on the accordion loudly and singing in some language that I didn't recognize. As I stared at the door, a gaggle of teens came by and turned toward it themselves. "I have no idea." I said. Thankfully we couldn't hear it through the walls.

Oh yeah, the joke: A guy's in a bar, and he walks up to the bartender and says, "I bet you if you put a shot glass on the bar, I could stand right here and piss in it without spilling a drop." "You're on," says the bartender. And the guy proceeds to piss spraying all over the walls, the bar, even the bartender's face."

The bartender satrts laughing, "Ha! You lose!"

"That's Ok, my real bet was with the guy down the bar. I bet him I could piss in your face and make you laugh."

Also, in Manitoba's named Augie, who, among all that din, was sleeping so soundly that I thought he was a rug.

I'm not sure that joke was worth the nine hour build up. Here, I'll offer another shot glass joke:

Guy goes into a bar and orders twenty shots of whiskey. The bar tender lays them out on the bar. The guy proceeds to go down the row, boom! boom! downing each in succession.

The bartender says: "whoa there, you're drinking those awfully fast!"

The guy says "you'd drink like I do if you had what I've got."

The bartender says "I'm sorry to hear that. What do you have?"

The guy says: "one dollar."

I bet gaspode's head hurts right now.

(And I love jokes that take place in a bar.)

nah, I was drinking whiskey all night = no hangover for me.