opening the bar at 11am, a guy was like, “gotta meet my bitch ex wife at noon. what would no one suspect on my breath?” i gave him bubblegum vodka & oj. doubles. two. he came back at 2pm & i asked “how’d it go?” he said “bitch ex wife. kangaroo court. hit me again.”
thinking of him for no reason.
my man looking like the baby from the Teletubby sun grew up to be an alcoholic
