Lot or Not?

Originally, I'd planned to spend Saturday night in with some beer and TV which seemed like a great idea until I turn the TV on and the rugby's on (I know it's not very blokey, but frankly I've got better things to do than watch 150kg dudes with no necks running head on into each other). I persisted with the idea nonetheless, all the while messaging the other stallions that were in town and attempting to get them out. But alas to no avail. Just as I was giving up hope, Boris comes through in the clutch, he rings me tells me he's got tequila and he's coming round (yay!).
Over a few tequilas (and some morphine pills and some dexies), Boris and myself decided that despite the rest of the stallions reluctance, going out was a great idea, so we head off to Lot 33.
Going to Lot 33 sans pills is pretty non standard, but we gave it a shot and it turned out to be aiight. We drank, we sat, we drank, we sat and so forth as the night crept in to the wee hours.
As we sat in Lot, I started to realise similarities between the place and the rubgy field I'd been watching on TV earlier. Lot 33 was full-to-the-brim of meat heads.. Perhaps it had something with the rugby being on, I'm not sure (I've never been there in a state to notice much before), but it was seriously full of muscle bound dudes with spikey hair and polo shirts with their collars up.

....Not that there's anything wrong with that ;).

When did these guys start taking drugs? I always thought that they just sank piss and raped chicks for fun.. Did I miss a meeting?

Regardless, a great night was had by all.. We even had a bit of a dance, though I'm certain we were not as energetic on the floor as perhaps we would have been with pills in our bellies.

P.S I'm getting this shirt before I go back there. I wanna fit in.