JUMP TO TOP OF PAGE To play the best games in Alabama, you need to go to a bar and order a drink.
And while there are plenty of bars around Birmingham, there’s one in the city’s historic downtown that is just as popular as the one in Hollywood.
The first time I went to this place, I went with a friend.
We ordered the Mojito.
It was a beer-and-a-half shot with a shot of bourbon and a side of hot dogs.
It tasted like something you’d get at a diner.
Then I went back with my friend and my sister.
The waitress handed me a bill for $3.75 and told us to get our drinks and sit down.
We sat down in a circle.
We were drinking Mojito shots.
The Mojito had the consistency of a beer.
It wasn’t watered down.
We had enough Mojito to last us for a full day.
I ordered a Diet Coke and then another Diet Coke.
I asked the bartender if we could get a Coke, and he said yes.
The bartender handed me the Diet Coke, which I poured and then I took a bite.
The Diet Coke tasted like a soda.
I ate it.
I wanted to eat it again.
A few days later, I had a second Diet Coke taste.
This time I didn’t drink as much as I’d like to.
I was still thirsty, so I tried a Diet Cokes, but I felt bad.
I tried again, but this time I tried more Diet Cakes.
I couldn’t drink it all.
Finally, I said to the bartender, “I want more.”
He said, “That’s the problem.
You don’t have enough Mojitos.”
He then handed me another Coke, this time a Diet Soda.
I took it and then my sister ordered a Coke and asked, “Is that all you have?”
The bartender said, ‘Yeah.’
I said, `No, that’s enough.’
Then I tried another Diet Coke.
It didn’t taste as good as the first one.
The second soda tasted even worse.
Then I said I wanted more.
He said again, “No, no, that is all you need.”
He gave me another soda and I tried the Diet Coca-Cola.
The third soda tasted better than the first three.
The fourth soda was the best.
I said we have to try more soda, because if we don’t try the Diet Soda, we won’t get anything else.
I went back to the bar.
I felt like I had just gotten drunk.
I told the bartender how much I wanted a Coke.
He gave it to me and said, I’m sorry, but we have too many Mojitas.
I didn, like, get it.
Then he said, You can’t drink any more soda.
So I just walked out.
Later that night, I was at home watching the movie The Wolf of Wall Street.
I had to take my glasses off, but after I got them off, I drank the whole bottle.
I looked at my wife and said I don’t need her anymore.
This bartender’s daughter told me that this bartender had the same problem.
So she went to the casino and asked her father to pay her a visit.
He didn’t want to pay, but he told her, You know, I really appreciate it.
But after a while, I thought, This isn’t the same guy that gave me my Mojito shot.
He’s been drinking too much and he doesn’t have the energy to keep the bar open.
And I didn.
And that’s when he called the police.
“I think you have an alcohol problem,” the police officer told him.
“We can’t be taking you to the hospital.
We can’t take you to a rehab.
You need to leave.”
The officer said, We can take you there.
I’m not even going to tell you how I got there.
They told me to go down the stairs and down the hall.
But I don.
I went down the hallway.
And there’s my friend sitting on a bench.
He was crying.
I put my hand on his shoulder and I said that this is my friend.
And he turned around and looked at me and he went, Oh, God, what have I done?
I said my friend was my friend too.
They put me in handcuffs.
And when I came out, they were still standing there, and I was so angry.
They just said, Let him go.
That night, we all sat around in the living room and we were talking about our experiences at bars.
And my friend said, This is why you can’t play video games at bars: You’re just so full.
So my friend took out his phone and I took out my phone.
We both took out our phones and we started texting each