Not a lot to report here on the western front. I'm working obscene amounts of hours, both at work and on projects of my own, and I'm trying to find a good bar in the area. The latter is proving more difficult. Too many 'bros' and wannabe gang types in anything near my domicile. I think we should conduct a raid of all of their homes and ship them off to Iowa. I mean. why the hell not. Get them away from my bars and my bartenders, I tip well and they actually converse about shit other than sports with me. It would be nice to do that without some douchehammer walking up and saying in street slang that he wants a pretty fruity drink whilst the actual people with hair on their nether regions sit and drink actual alcohol. Fuck you, you're not hip, you're boxers are up to your man tits and your pants are below your ass cheeks, AND you have a neon pink drink. Get the fuck out of my bar.
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Mostly whiskey.
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Mostly whiskey.
rourke:
What a way to lose your virginity!
rourke:
There's plenty to go around!