8 bucks a can for that stuff brewed down the street. I just don't get it. Even the waitress was like yeah I know that shits too expensive. The band was playing Neil diamond covers and making me feel like a loser. They kept making eye contact and doing that blowjob motion. I felt violated. They played an incubus cover that made me reconsider being such a huge incubus fann. Emailed their publicist so they know what fuck shit goes on at JackBeagles.
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