DDO 2014 Olympics Super combined Round 1: Story Telling.

Thank you lucky for creating a great story with me. Considering that this is part of the Olympics I will automatically assume that you accept the debate and start the story in this round. The only request that I have for this debate is that all asides should take place in bold at the beginning of the rounds or in the comment section. I changed the size of the font to 14 because it's easier to read. "Ok, I got a joke for you. Two guys and a girl walk into a bar, three couples come out.""What? That doesn't make any sense. It doesn't even make sense." "That's because it's a gay joke," John said.My friend John is so dumb sometimes. He tells me randomcrap like this all the time. It's as if his mind is working on another plane. I'm not sure why we even hang out. Well, I am sure. We hang out due to boredom. At least that's the reason I keep telling myself; and we work together, so our schedules match. This particular night we were hanging out at the bar drinking a couple of Fat Tires and listening to the random garage band sing their rendition of "Stairway to Heaven." I've heard that song so many times in so many variations, it doesn't even phase me anymore. Maybe, I'll even sing my own version of it the next time we go to karaoke. Nah! The last time I sang Karaoke, John had to drag me off the stage. I was so drunk that night, I didn't care if the whole crowd was booing me. My rap version of Garth Brook's 'The Thunder Rolls,' was impeccable. It was a bad night for me. My girlfriend dumped me because "I never spent enough time with her." I really think it was because she met a guy at her strip club job. The guy came over a couple of times before we split up in his stupid FIAT. I hate Fiat's. I think if you're going to spend that kind of money on that type of car, get a stupid Mini Cooper. Mini Coopers aren't that much better, they are worthless in the snow and you can't even claim economic advantage anymore. If I was being honest, though that chick was only with me because she needed a place to crash after she broke up with her last boyfriend. That's when John and me started hanging out. He made some appeal that I needed to get out of the apartment for a few hours, and that it sad for him to see me moping around the office all the time. We went to some retarded strip club, that I had never heard of, in the scummiest part of town you can imagine. I ended up puking all over one of the strippers and we got kicked out. We were nearly arrested. If John hadn't explained the situation to the cops, and some idiot wasn't trying to make crack deal right there in the parking lot, we would have been busted for sure. -At least, that's what he says. Did both of those things happen on the same night? I don't remember. That was nearly a year ago. We started out just hanging out on Fridays and grew from there. Monday's we're on the company bowling team. Thursday's we play Call of Duty online. Tuesdays... what do we do on Tuesdays? I guess rent a movie sometimes, order pizza, watch hockey. He sleeps over most days, but cuts out every now and then. I think he still lives with his mom. I don't know for sure, but sometimes he gets phone calls and I hear whispering about clean laundry and eating tofu. He doesn't eat tofu. So anyways, we're sitting there listening to Fools with Bad Haircuts or whatever the crap their name was and this baddass chick walks in wearing a pleated flower v-neck top, a cheap black skirt, and a pair of sexy as sin mid calf pointed toe boots looking like Beth Reisgraf from Leverage. John looks up and then looks back at me. "She's not your type," he says. "My type? What the heck is my type?" I ask. "You know the daddy issues, nobody loves me so I'll sleep with anyone type." "This is definitely that type," I counter as I strip his beer from his hands and start walking towards her.