Okay, there was this one year, this one New Year's Eve, and I was working this bartending gig--shut up; it was necessary; books don't pay themselves!
So I'm bartending, right? And there's this guy's, he's been at the counter for a couple hours, and he's huge, like Sasquatch-huge, but trust me when I say he could not hold his liquor for shit.
And man, was he a depressing drunk. Someshit about--gates? I don't even--whatever. Anyway, this other guy walks in, a real male-model kinda guy, you know the type--and the tall guy, he perks right the hell up, fuckin' gets up on the barstool like he needs any more height on him and calls out "Deaaaaaaaaaan!"
The model guy turns immediately, almost like he was trained to do it, and as soon as he spots Gigantor tottering roughly twenty feet in the air he groans and rubs a hand over his face and shoots me a look, like jesus christ, man, why'd you give this sorry excuse for a drinker anything remotely containing alcohol? I mean, by this time
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So I'm bartending, right? And there's this guy's, he's been at the counter for a couple hours, and he's huge, like Sasquatch-huge, but trust me when I say he could not hold his liquor for shit.
And man, was he a depressing drunk. Someshit about--gates? I don't even--whatever. Anyway, this other guy walks in, a real male-model kinda guy, you know the type--and the tall guy, he perks right the hell up, fuckin' gets up on the barstool like he needs any more height on him and calls out "Deaaaaaaaaaan!"
The model guy turns immediately, almost like he was trained to do it, and as soon as he spots Gigantor tottering roughly twenty feet in the air he groans and rubs a hand over his face and shoots me a look, like jesus christ, man, why'd you give this sorry excuse for a drinker anything remotely containing alcohol? I mean, by this time ( ... )
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