The whole him going to bars alone while being married is very odd, it’s one thing if he’s meeting up with friends (no Pat, the bartenders working are not your friends) but he goes alone and he goes often while his wife is…elsewhere. I’m guessing that’s when Niki spends time with other women who are “bi” yet can’t full come out and admit they’re lesbians.
No more Boy Burgers or Bang Bang shrimp for Richard
Rick doesn’t read. If he does it’s drivel Sci Fi and not classics. He’s admitted to never read comics, despite claiming to be Captain America incarnate and a marvel fan girl. He never talks about philosophy (outside of what someone who gets high for the first time would say) or any kind of political theory. History, that faggot thinks visiting a place and going on a tour makes him an expert on the subject.
Everything about him is a farce. If it sounds cool or can be perceived as cool, he’s on board. Like the recent shit with a tranny trooper in Star Wars. George Lucas probably rolled his eyes when he saw that shit and said “fuck that”. Star Wars was never about that shit, it was supposed to be about escapism for kids.
Papa dobles, I think (double daiquiris). Which, if I remember, were basically a tumbler filled with rum and a lime squeeze.
His house in Key West is a museum and cat sanctuary.
I’d wanna blow my brains out after drinking that, too.
I don't think even ice was involved, but it sounds pretty good to me.
Wasn’t that home used in one of the James Bond movies? Might be mixing things up - I know they used someone’s house in License to Kill in the beginning.
To each their own, brothaman. Never been much of a rum guy.
I just looked it up, you're right, it was Hemingway's house.
I sure know a lot of useless things!
The cats have 6 toes
Those IPAs he's drinking are a good 250 cals each, and you know he's not drinking one. Pat's guzzling all evening. He's probably drinking 5, maybe 6 and consuming 1400-1500 empty calories in addition to whatever slop he shoved in his fat gullet. Pat's topping out at probably 3000 cals a day with zero exercise. Exactly what you want to be doing in your mid forties.
He makes me grateful that I started giving somewhat of a shit about keeping fit and watching what I eat. When you’re not constantly grazing and drinking heavily, the occasional treat is actually a nice thing.
