With so many lockouts happening in sports, I figured it would be good to tell you guys about a lockout that I was involved in. It was a couple years ago, in the land of Oneonta.
I went back downstairs and started to mingle, getting a feel for the overall situation. In between funnels and keg stands, my friend Al informed me that a girl I used to have sex with was in town. This little piece of information would prove to be very valuable as my night went on. I thanked him for the intel and decided to go let loose and have some fun. The party was at its peak, with the strobe lights and DJ’s working their magic on a dance floor packed to full capacity. I realized that no music had made me feel that good since George Harrison’s guitar gently wept. I started my classic half dancing/half molesting maneuvers and began hunting for a female target.