fie! a pox on asylum!delascabezasNovember 8 2004, 19:31:27 UTC
from my friend misterpardonme's journal: Last night, wangch61 sought asylum and was rejected. That's right folks, wangch61 was cut off and thrown out of the bar.
Now, I don't want to blow this out of proportion and I certainly don't want to blame wangch61 for what happened. It was completely the fault of the shitsmear bartender who had been serving us all night. Here's the dirtiest of the dirt:
A small group of us were playing naughty picture find for a while. wangch61 got a little excited, as tends to happen, and hit the stupid machine in its steel-plated front panel. The genital wart of a bartender came over and said to stop. And to his credit, wangch61 pretty much stopped. He was still loud and a bit raucus, but for those of us who have been around long enough, this is NOTHING new. He was still well in control.
It was shortly after the bitchtender scolded wangch61 when we finished our last game of naughty picture find, and we decided to leave with wangch61's old college friend. I think her name was Sarah. We were halfway down the block when we saw four somewhat hot fake-blond chicks walk past us (I won't even do wangch61 and myself the credit of saying they were really hot), and duck into the bar. I said 'woah'. Wangch61 agreed. So he said a quick peace to his college friend, and we made a u-turn and headed back into the bar.
Here's where things get ugly: I walk up for a drink and the scrotal infection of a bartender tells me immediately that wangch61 is cut off. I say 'why?' He says 'because he's had enough'. I stare at him as he, in typical power-tripping-small-white-pussy bartender fashion scurries off to diligently serve another patron who hadn't brought in anything close to the hundreds of dollars that wangch61 has brought in through his championing of LOCO night at asylum.
Shocked and embarassed, I turn around to tell wangch61 that he's cut off. wangch61 decides to see for himself what's going on. He bellies up to the bar and some sort of conversation ensues after a long and uncomfortable period during which the male-rape-victim of a bartender realizes that wangch61 is not going to leave without getting a few words with him. wangch61 manages to remain civil, and even gets the yeast infection behind the bar to pour ME a beer. But when I try to pay, STD-bonanza-bartender suddenly decides we've BOTH had enough, pours my Sierra down the sink, and curtly tells us that 'our night is done'. Wangch61 and I, both shocked and furious, exchange a remarkably sensible glance that says it's far better for wangch61 not to pretend he's Haggar from Final Fight, and we leave. Out on the street, wangch61 punches some wood panelling that's covering a construction site. We vow revenge.
And that's where things stand. Needless to say it's doubtful that we'll be going back to Asylum, and if 'we' do, 'I' still won't, unless there's a really really good chance that I'll get some ass, or at least make out. If anyone has any great ideas for how to exact a fitting revenge on Mr. I-am-saving-up-to-get-an-operation-so-I-can-suck-my-own-dick bartender please pass them along. And remember that in the larger sense, we are all the victims of this abomination.
Last night, wangch61 sought asylum and was rejected. That's right folks, wangch61 was cut off and thrown out of the bar.
Now, I don't want to blow this out of proportion and I certainly don't want to blame wangch61 for what happened. It was completely the fault of the shitsmear bartender who had been serving us all night. Here's the dirtiest of the dirt:
A small group of us were playing naughty picture find for a while. wangch61 got a little excited, as tends to happen, and hit the stupid machine in its steel-plated front panel. The genital wart of a bartender came over and said to stop. And to his credit, wangch61 pretty much stopped. He was still loud and a bit raucus, but for those of us who have been around long enough, this is NOTHING new. He was still well in control.
It was shortly after the bitchtender scolded wangch61 when we finished our last game of naughty picture find, and we decided to leave with wangch61's old college friend. I think her name was Sarah. We were halfway down the block when we saw four somewhat hot fake-blond chicks walk past us (I won't even do wangch61 and myself the credit of saying they were really hot), and duck into the bar. I said 'woah'. Wangch61 agreed. So he said a quick peace to his college friend, and we made a u-turn and headed back into the bar.
Here's where things get ugly: I walk up for a drink and the scrotal infection of a bartender tells me immediately that wangch61 is cut off. I say 'why?' He says 'because he's had enough'. I stare at him as he, in typical power-tripping-small-white-pussy bartender fashion scurries off to diligently serve another patron who hadn't brought in anything close to the hundreds of dollars that wangch61 has brought in through his championing of LOCO night at asylum.
Shocked and embarassed, I turn around to tell wangch61 that he's cut off. wangch61 decides to see for himself what's going on. He bellies up to the bar and some sort of conversation ensues after a long and uncomfortable period during which the male-rape-victim of a bartender realizes that wangch61 is not going to leave without getting a few words with him. wangch61 manages to remain civil, and even gets the yeast infection behind the bar to pour ME a beer. But when I try to pay, STD-bonanza-bartender suddenly decides we've BOTH had enough, pours my Sierra down the sink, and curtly tells us that 'our night is done'. Wangch61 and I, both shocked and furious, exchange a remarkably sensible glance that says it's far better for wangch61 not to pretend he's Haggar from Final Fight, and we leave. Out on the street, wangch61 punches some wood panelling that's covering a construction site. We vow revenge.
And that's where things stand. Needless to say it's doubtful that we'll be going back to Asylum, and if 'we' do, 'I' still won't, unless there's a really really good chance that I'll get some ass, or at least make out. If anyone has any great ideas for how to exact a fitting revenge on Mr. I-am-saving-up-to-get-an-operation-so-I-can-suck-my-own-dick bartender please pass them along. And remember that in the larger sense, we are all the victims of this abomination.
Let's also think about new bars for LOCO night.
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So lame. Um I might suggest the wagon for LOCO nights. It has half price until 9 and Wed is laides night so I can keep buying the 2$-you-call-it's.
Have I met wangch61?
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