texts: What'd you do? </s> <s> Irrigated his face with the shot of J and B I'd just poured him. Then I tried to deck the sucker. </s> <s> I guess he got the message...
labels: Then I sit back and I think, I mean, who's to say I'm not a dumb bitch.  I work in a bar, right? I can't read a list of my academic credentials to every booze-hound that comes in the place... You are what you do...