Well the summer is here and I am back bartending. I bartend for the the exercise and teach for the money.
With that being said, I will probably share some witty stories and tales of suburban debauchery about my lovely patrons and their antics. Names will be withheld to protect me from testifying at divorce court on various behalves.
The Homeric barstool conversations last night ranged from little-league baseball coaching, flying to Vegas, politics [which are never taboo at my bar], and various shenanigans of past lives. The bar is a neighborhood type establishment with live entertainment on the weekends. The drinks are reasonable as the help is not. We are a rather dysfunctional family. And since it is primarialy a conservative minded bar, liberals enter at their own risk. We do have a token on the staff to be diverse.
Today was a no money day as the power was out from the combination of a car and a transformer, not a robot in disguise.
Today was a no money day as the power was out from the combination of a car and a transformer, not a robot in disguise.
A far more realistic Obob, except I'm not Asian or that old. But definetly that dead sexy.
1 comment:
heh heh, that final sentence was quite witty.
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