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| - $50 for that, $10 for this, "oh, you're a local?" That's a $50 minimum and this is $20. I'm not even talking about the girls mind you.
The scene: Classic, two drunks in a bright yellow Ford Focus pull up about 3am on a Monday. That's right.
Showed up, bought a drink as everyone does at these places, screw inhibitions right? Anyways, only after it was served did I discover the $50 drink minimum, and that's despite a Jack coke costing $20!! I was obviously already hammered, how about you take some responsibility for the drunkenness of your patrons! You want me to have two more!??! My friend negotiated with the manager as we were literally the only ones there, and quite honestly probably providing the real entertainment given our intoxicated state and our unwillingness to spend more after getting pummeled in costs just coming in the door. My point is they should have been paying us, but he said he would wave the minimum instead. But guess who checked their bank statement a week later, that's right, this a-hole. They raped my wallet after all!
I hope I pissed on your floor.
And another thing, how dare you drug Aaron C. and not me? How do you decide who makes the cut? My signature is extra sloppy, you could have taken me for so much more! Your loss!
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