It must have been fun...

...You had to tell us twice?! Come on Duuude. You must still be hammered. Though I must agree it was fun to see everyone out last night. It was also fun to see Cocky Coon hopped up on too much Red Bull hitting on a lesbian, proclaiming how he was going to "bed" her and if we were "lucky" he'd "allow" us to watch her with her lady friends, all to end up with Mr. Happy in hand in the car on the way home. Shocking, I know.

Put a few drinks in Coon (that Red Bull followed by Jack combo can't be healthy for the next morning!) inject a few ladies in the area and you do have entertainment for an evening. He's like a weather vane on a stormy day. All hopped up, pointing in every direction ("did you see her," "Oh, look at that"), then the fun part...about the 6th or 7th beer (or 3rd double jack)...Cocky Coon replaces normal Coon ("I could have her," "I'll see her naked later tonight," etc). Then the inevitable...Hammered Coon! This is when the cajun accent kicks in, doubled with the slurring which makes understanding him much like putting a soccer team together named Tortugas and expecting to win much. Which is to say impossible. But it doesn't matter because no matter what he's trying to say, Cocky Coon has turned direction to look for the next HOT chick to play his "game"!
Each phase more entertaining then the previous one!

It's all good. We all have our drunk quirks I suppose. Heck I drink out of the side of my mouth. Why? Who the hell knows, but I guess it's entertainment for the other 3 mopes. Just as Coon's "game" is for us.

Good luck in Waco, Coon!