Faithful reader, we are counting on you to send help. The city is wasting away. Was talking to these girls tonight at dinner and the bar that they went to had run out of beer. "What kind?" we asked. "Every kind." That's just not right, Eddie Bert. It's a bar. Bars typically have beer. Many, many, pints of many different varieties. Granted, this is the same bar that ran out of vodka and shot glasses, but we suspect that this really isn't a rare occurence in this city. They just let it go.
(Why do people keep going if there's never any booze there? A pound a drink, that's why.)
No comments:
Post a Comment