Matt and I were there at a shitty all night establishment and around 3am the bar rush comes in for food that they will surely part with soon after the arrive home.

So there we are drawing,talking, having fun. And this really drunk redneck comes up.

"Hey man, you're a real good drawer."

I say nothing in hopes he will leave.

"Hey! Come check this out!" He bellows to his table.

Another drunk shows up and promptly says. "Hey you guys wanna do some coke? I got an eight ball in my pocket."

I look over at Matt and smile.

"Hey, he's got an eight-ball man." I say to him.

"Hmmm...do I want some eight-ball?" Matt asks himself.

"Eight-ball?" I ask Matt, trying not to laugh.

"Eight ounces of cocaine." Matt pretends to explain.

"You mean to tell me that you have Eight ounces of COCAINE!" I yell at the drunk redneck.

"Wow!" Matt screams. "Can I see your COCAINE!" The man takes off back to his seat and trys not to look like someone holding.

Afterwards, Matt and I are leaving the restaraunt and we see a cop coming in, and we tell him that there's a guy in there that tried to sell us some cocaine. After the cop went in to check it out. We hauled ass out of the parking lot, laughing all the way.