"There's one in every bar"

If you weren't privy to Saturday night's latest tirade, I have a few things to catch you up on.

Like every bar, we have our share of quacks that come in and make their presence know. Creepy Corona Guy is one of them. Think of him as a mix between annoying-stop-talking-to-me Regular Vegas with the common sense of Half Shot. Then add a mix of 'you have a wife and kids, why are you hitting on me at 2am?'

His M.O is always the same: he corners girls younger then himself, talks their ear off while oblivious they're staring into space bored out of their minds and then tells them this story:

When he wants to hook up with a girl, he tells them they have to first take an STD test. If they panic then obviously they have a little something something. If they don't then they pass his test.

The kicker is:

there is no actual test. Just a line.

And a wife

and the cutest kids ever.

He outstayed his welcome on Saturday night when he started a fight with The Boyfriend over the fact that I wouldn't share celery with him.

I told you we get some special people in Foleys.

Status: Kicked out but likely to be back, because like I said: he's got the common sense of Half Shot, who always comes back.