The Barking Kudu Sucks
For any of our Birmingham readers that might like to go out for a drink now and again, don't bother going to The Barking Kudu. I met a few friends down there for some drinks and to watch a little basketball, and was thrown out by the owner because I stuck a Jameson Irish Whiskey sticker on the bar that a bunch of chicks had come through handing out to everyone. Apparently someone had just slapped a bunch of the stickers all over the bathroom and someone else had trashed the bathroom a few nights ago. Quick word of advice: if you don't want people that have been drinking doing things like putting stickers all over your place, then don't a) let people hand out stickers in your bar and b) don't own a bar. Anyway, I put one of the stickers on the bar (the concrete one that the sticker peeled right back off of, by the way, so it's not like I screwed up his expensive custom mahogany bar or anything) and the owner was a total jerk about it, coming over and telling us we had to close out and leave because he doesn't come over to our houses and trash them. So whatever, the Barking Kudu sucks, don't go there.
Also, please forgive me for the next few days if I routinely mention that the Barking Kudu sucks. I'd very much like for this site/message to be the top hit on Google for anyone searching for "The Barking Kudu." As I hate UT is fond of saying, "I wouldn't piss off the boys from Alabama."
On the plus side, I got a bunch of temporary tattoos.
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We ended up at the Kudu and I had quite the interesting evening. Very long story short, I came out of the bathroom and a neanderthal jackass was being a little too forward with some girl with a low-cut green shirt (that should narrow it down.) He was sort of pressing her against the wall, she was sort of telling him to cut it out. He declined to cut it out. So I politely asked him to please, dear sir, cut it out. He responded with a open palm to my neck and a few choice words. I responded with a closed fist to his jaw. The laws of inertia compelled him to fall on the floor ass first.
Little did I know, he had friends. Luckily for me, his freinds seemed well aware that he was a drunk A-hole and apologized for his behaviour and scurried him off to wherever it is that jerk-offs are taken away to.
All in all, a fun-filled evening at the Kudu. Do I plan on going back anytime soon? Not really. Does my left hand hurt like a mofo? Well sir, there is a reason I'm typing this one handed. Do I hope he was a UT or AU fan? Hell to the yeah.
by Steve Dave on Mar 18, 2007 2:33 AM CDT reply actions
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All in all, a fun-filled evening at the Kudu. Do I plan on going back anytime soon? Not really. Does my left hand hurt like a mofo? Well sir, there is a reason I'm typing this one handed. Do I hope he was a UT or AU fan? Hell to the yeah.


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