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| - I do NOT like Saturdays here. The day definitely does matter when it comes to this place.
The crowd is young, even the 'tenders! Like, under 25 young. Hispters, casual, retro, drunk, snobby, loud, rude, semi cute guys, ugly girls, lustful. Hmm do I not like hanging out at a bar with people my own age?! Gosh, my generation can suck sometimes. Did I get the word RUDE in there? Oh yeah, I did.
The bartenders are nice. Nick doesn't work on Saturdays. Alex's head is fine. He's great.
The jukebox SUCKS! The selection is shitty. It's just crap.
I'm apologizing in advance for this next bit. I don't care if this girl reads this. I fought hard to bite my tongue at the bar. I can't hold it in any longer.
This goes out to the chubby biotch with the streaky bad dye job so called highlighted hair. Shut your ugly mouth & go pick songs you'd like to hear instead of loudly yelling about how shitty you think other people's song selections are. If I ever see you again, & you open your loud mouth, I just might shove my glass down your throat to shut your ignorant rude tasteless heifer ass up. Ps. those guys you were hanging all over weren't even interested in you either. They were just too drunk to care. One of these days that nasty look you throw people for no reason will result in a heap of shit coming your way, girlie. Wait, you were a girl, right???
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