Nobody likes you when you're 23...

So, the lovely Moppy has turned 23 and to celebrate, an outing to the Hip-e-Club was in order. We are quite proud to say that in the past few months we have managed to win/scam/extort the Hip-e of over $500 worth of alcohol. This is inclusive of champagne, beer and illegitimate bar cards (amazing how easily $30 can be slightly manipulated to appear as $80).

Sadly, our run of good fortune at the bar has come to an end. Not only did our $30/$80 bar card get REJECTED, but we had to PAY for the shooters we had already consumed. Surely, the devasation of this is understandable. The Hip-e-Club is renowned for being a cheap night out and this incident dispells this theory.

The incident went something like this...

Bar wench: You've changed this.... bar card

Mop: Yeah *rolls eyes*

Bar wench: You have to pay for those drinks.

Mop: Can't we have the $30?? *gives bar wench an are-you-stupid look*

Bar wench: No

Mop: Fuck... do you have any money Suz?

We have decided that the rejection could be attributed to the kind message displayed across Mop's chest. We obviously got her name wrong. Apparently bitch and wench have different implied meanings....

And we leave you with a crap excuse for a joke
Mop: What do you get when you cross a something with a something?
Suz: I don;t know. What is the answer?
Mop: Hmmm.... what is the answer?
Suz: A nothing? Or a something else?
Mop: No, that's just stupid. Nobody really knows...