Friday after work I decided to head to my favorite bar, the Harbor Inn to meet up with the best blogger in all the land (the CleveLand) - Alexa from Cleveland's A Plum. She presented me with my amazing prize t-shirt and was generally way, way cooler than I'll ever be. Don't get too excited, though, Alexa - being cooler than me is like being better at bowling than Barack Obama. Thank you for the beautiful shirt, though - I will wear it with pride.
Well before meeting her I decided that I should hit up Happy Hour and get myself warmed up. My liver has taken some time off and I wanted to make sure she was ready for the barrage of Miller Lite coming her way. (For this story my liver has female genitalia, apparently).
Sitting at the bar by myself made me feel a little weird inside - I mean I was just sitting there pretending like I could hear the TV over the juke box. What to do? Strike up a conversation with a local? No go - I have a strict rule about only talking to people with more teeth than coffee stains on their shirt. My only other option was to play Photo Hunt.
If you haven't played Photo Hunt - it is one of those touch screen games in which you try to notice five differences between two photos. Easy peasy, right?
After throwing my money in and selecting the wonderful joy that is Photo Hunt I sat back, proud of myself for no longer looking like a creep sitting at the bar by my lonesome.
The game comes up - READY??? It asks.
Bring it, Photo Hunt.
Then, BAM! Next thing I know a whirlwind of naked women and bad 80's hair hits me in the face like Iron Mike.
It was Erotic Photohunt.
I'm sitting at a bar -
by myself -
finger molesting pictures of 80's ladies in their birthdays suits.
Can you find five differences between these photos?