I can hear you. The whole bar can hear you. And I’m very certain that your white-hat friend one foot in front of you can hear you.
Now, can you please shut up.
_Thank You_
I can hear you. The whole bar can hear you. And I’m very certain that your white-hat friend one foot in front of you can hear you.
Now, can you please shut up.
_Thank You_
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2 responses to “To the guy at Bar”
in this vein:
crowning achievement in life was standing on the street corner, waiting for a friend to buy cigs at a bodega. some guy across the street in a mafioso van was laying on his horn for no apparent or discernible reason.
i threw considerable voltage into my more-than-capable lungs and yelled SHUT THE FUCK UP MOTHERFUCKER.
half the street applauded me.
Sorry; that guy is probably my brother.