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The worst part of going to a bar is seeing all those rich labels of spirits. Blue label this, single malt that, LE nipple.

Whenever I see those bottles I think of the good times the wealthy could have at a place like this and wonder about the turns I made that led me to be on the good side of those labels.

Dr. Sweet

I saw the biggest douche at the bar last night. He was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black suit jacket and one of those belts made out of bullets. His hair was in a puffy faux-hawk. He kept yelling out "Can I get a fuck yeah for satan?!" I'm normally all for giving out fuck yeahs for various causes but not for him nor his satan. If I had the ability to conjure up a mountain lion with my mind and make it attack him, I probably would have seriously considered doing it at that time.