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PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
This is what I expect most of the douchenozzles and their accompanying dirty vagina'ed amigas have on an endless, thousand-decibel-loop inside their pea-brains as they lean like euro-cholos here at Loco Patron, never really acknowledging each other until the battle call "JAGERSHOTS JAGERSHOTS JAGERSHOTS" , is signaled to the witless congregation, first as a question, then as an affirming statement, and finally a rallying yell, like a slow-clap-progression in a John Hughes movie.
If this is you, take your hand and slap some sense into yourself ... you are annoying the piss out of me as I stand there drinking my shitty beer in a crappy version of Mexican Chili's.
I've been to a ton of lame bars [ha! "bar" ... its a restaurant, tools] around these parts and those parts, and boy-o, this one sweeps the major categories.
Food: Garbage
Crowd: Warped
Service: Autistic
Atmosphere: Kill Me
Overall Experience: Al-Qaeda
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