Let the drinker beware
Certain bars in my neighborhood have blacked-out windows. A few of these are not actually bars, but rather just a man standing on the other side of the door who stabs you and then drags your body in back with the other bodies.
"Why do people keep coming into this bar?" he asks his friend the pigeon.
The pigeon pecks at the floor.
"I guess I wouldn't have a job otherwise," he says.
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"Why do people keep coming into this bar?" he asks his friend the pigeon.
The pigeon pecks at the floor.
"I guess I wouldn't have a job otherwise," he says.
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Labels: common sense, parallels
posted by JMH | 8:46 PM
3 Comments:
The pigeon knows.
The pigeon does know. And it's full of bird mites.
Yeah, I know that bar. You can get past the door man on weekdays between 3pm and 4pm while he's watching Ellen. But it's not worth it. All they've got is Malort, Rootbeer Schnapps, and some stale Old Style (it's not even authentically kreusened). So, yeah, skip that bar altogether. Just stick to drinking in alleys and abandoned cars.
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