Don't touch the wizards staff!

This story took place over the summer, but I just got around to posting it on my blog. A few months ago my friend Ted* went back to his hometown in PA for a bit to see some old friends. One night his buddy invites him out to a strip club. Not only a strip club, but a BYO strip club! That's basically hitting the jackpot. Damn strip club beers cost $100/bottle. That's scientific fact.

While Ted was kind of hesitant to believe that a strip club would be BYO, he still bought a 30-rack of PBR and was ready to go to town if it was. So as he starts walking into the strip club, a bouncer (of course) stops him and asks him what the hell he is doing. When he replies, "It's BYO, right?" the bouncer essentially laughs in his face. So Ted tosses the beer in the trunk of his car, and heads in disappointed, but not surprised.

Now he's ready to see the naked ladies, so he figures he'll just order a beer inside. But that wasn't going to happen either. Not only is it not BYO, but it's also a dry bar. When the waitress asks him what he wants to drink, and tells him they don't have any beer, he ends up getting a juice. Seriously. A juice. At a strip club. Now Ted is in the strip club, watching a "19-year old girl paying her way through college" (i.e. 14 year old drop out from Russia), totally sober, drinking apple juice. It didn't take very long for him to decide to leave. I guess strip clubs kind of lose their appeal when there's no haze of alcohol to help you.

At this point Ted heads back home with his friends, determined to forget what a bizarre and uncomfortable night it's been already. So he starts pounding his PBR's, making up for lost time. At this point he decides to make a wizard's staff out of his empties. For those of you who have never made a wizard's staff, you basically just tape together the beer cans so they are all standing atop of another. Difficult or creative? No. Fun? Absolutely. So 16 beers later his wizard's staff is pretty god damn impressive.

Now it's about 3:00AM, which logically means its sandwich time. He and his friends make their way over to WaWa to make sandwiches with the amazing computers. (Sidebar: if you have never been to a WaWa it's incredible at all times. But even more so late night when you have been drinking heavily. Think of a much, much better 7-11, with every type of drunk food you can imagine, open 24 hours.)

So since it's 3:00AM there isn't a single sober person in the place. As people see Ted coming, with his wizard's staff of course, and they start cheering for him. He's chatting up every in the store, and at some point he gets into a conversation with some drunk douche. It goes something like this:

Douche: Sometimes you just have to hit women, ya know?

Ted: Um, no. I don't know.

Douche: No, not like beat them. But just shake them a little when they aren't listening.

Ted: I'm still going to go with no.

Douche: Yea, come on! Like, when you need to get respect from them. Just a slap or something, you know.

Ted: No, seriously, I don't.

Douche: (*Angry that Ted won't agree with him about beating women*) Well I bet you didn't actually drink all those PBR's! *crushes top can*

Ted: ARGGGG!!! *starts fight*

At least I imagine he made an "Arg" sound, I wasn't actually there. What I do know is this conversation lead to a massive fight outside the WaWa at 3:00AM. Everyone was fine in the end, Ted's friends dragging him away from the misogynistic douchebag. The lesson of this story is never, EVER touch someone's wizard's staff. And don't beat women. Or go to a dry strip club. Really it's whatever lesson you want to learn from this story.

But mainly, it's 'don't touch someone's wizard's staff.'


So remember, everyone is ridiculous, including douchebag's and the men they aggravate.


*Names have been changed to protect the innocent, the not so innocent, and myself.