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This site is designed to capture the innane ramblings of intelligent, albeit slightly intoxicated people. Some of the greatest ideas are conceived on barstools, and are subsequently lost on the way home. It is our aim to see that the world is no longer deprived of bar room genius. So, we've taken to bringing a notebook and pen along with us when we hit the watering hole. The following is an exact account of these experiences. They range from poetic musings to recounts of events that can only happen in an establishment of ill repute.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Gropage

4/11/2011 There's an old man form Africa who comes in and hangs out behind the bar. He spends his entire evening groping the bartenders. Normally, this would be unacceptable, but I overheard them talking about how they screw him over on his tab every day. Quid pro quo Clarice. Moral: Don't grope bartenders and assume it's free. I don't think this qualifies as prostitution as much as it connotates revenge. Moral #2: If you have deep pockets, grope the shit out of bartenders. This bar is almost empty on a Monday night. There's actually less distractions here than my apartment. Not only am I actually getting homework done, but I got a free beer from the nice girl behind the counter. Girl at the pharmacy the other day: "I was too immature to use condoms back then." Chances are your mother was too friend.

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