This Sounds Likes The Start To A Bad Joke.
So I made it make to Birmingham and I was already up to no good. Basically I walked into the bar I used to work in, and asked the security guy, “Who can I beat the shit out of. and it not be a hate crime?” He responded with, “you want to work tonight?”
Sweet, power to abuse!
Unfortunately this sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.
What do you call someone with epilepsy working security at a bar on tecnho night?
A Bouncer.
The night went quietly, but I was exhausted by the time I left to go home. Throwing out underage drinkers proved to be hard work. I was several hours getting caught up on bar drama, then several of the drag queens walked out.
Like I said………. a bad joke.
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Hey Courtland, wanted to thank you for dragging all our stuff around (and having to take apart your bike to be able to do so) and accompanying us this morning! Was great to meet you, and look us up if you’re in Amsterdam!
- Merel (& Joanne)
Happy Fathers day daddy, Thanks for remembering to call me on my birthday!