Titty Bar

This is another Kyle story. We were on our way back from a punk show. It was Devin, Kyle, Leanne, Daniel and myself. Kyle, Daniel and I were seated in the back. Kyle was completely wasted and wouldn't stop babbling. Here's how one of the conversations went:

"Deeeeviiiiiiin, can we go to a titty bar?"

"No kyle.."

"Titty bar! Titty bar! Titty bar!"

"No!"

"Devin, turn left, left...left...LEFT! Ok, so you missed that titty bar, but don't worry... there's another one on the left coming up."

"....."

"Devin, it has come to my attention that you have passed the Titty bar, yet again."

"We're not going..."

"FINE!"

And with this, Kyle went on about other things. Swearing his head off about different things and just ranting. Then he decided he was hungry and we made a pit stop at Wendy's.

"Jessica, can you buy me a hamburbur?"

"A what?"

"Hamburbur..."

"Hamburger?"

"HAM-BUR-BUR!"

"uh ok."

I then purchased Kyle a "Hamburbur", which to this day, he still says.