Ok, so I'm leaving the 1st bar I stopped at tonight, when suddenly a big ol' Cadillac comes screeching into the parking lot. It had darked out windows and spinning rims. Guy gets out. Vomits on his windshield and walks over to me.
"Do you know what my name is?"
"Uhhh...no." I replied.
"Damn it! Neither do I!" he said. Then proceeded on into the bar.
I hollered after him that perhaps he should not be driving, but I think it fell upon deaf ears.
A horked up drunk said to me...
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A horked up drunk said to me...
Fine. I'll stop looking at strippers as sex objects as soon as they stop looking at me like dollar signs.