The quote of the night for last night goes to Guacamole Kid.
He was regaling us with stories of his home state of Alaska, where the beer flows like wine and the men are...well...there's a lot of 'em. His favorite little saying is "Alaska, where the odds are good, but the goods are odd." So, as usual, he's telling me I should move to Alaska because I would love it there and there's like 7 men to every woman and I would just be in heaven, and I'd never buy my own drinks ever again. And this is how he described it (after a few million pitchers of Labatts were had by all of us):
"You'd get so much c*ck you'd be able to build a picket-fence from here to Fairbanks!"
I have NO IDEA what that actually means, but I'll tell you that after about 20 pints of Labatts, I laughed so hard my sides are LITERALLY sore today.
