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after a long week at both of your jobs you decide to cope with a wicked night of drinking; of course the barkeep is a friend so he keeps you in jagermeister when you would rather just be in the fold of yuengling. after a few hours of dodging conversation from the locals and dodging cameo's adjacent to more and more booze from the aforementioned proprietor of the tavern you decide to vacate the premises with dignity, wallet, and chastity intact after noticing the local trollop playing your songs on the juke. the idea to frequent toms diner within walking distance hits....and sticks. The key is to order immediately. dont bother with pesky menu's. you know what you want and they WILL make it upon request. especially when you act like napoleon with an " innnie " for a penis. fore-go specifics. they will get the gist. the waitress comes to you to ask if the order is satisfactory at all the wrong times. so blatantly so that you wonder if she looks for condiments up your nose before she toddles over to the table. the meal is satisfactory. you rise to pay and a passing black man says something to the tune of either " thanks for noticing the only jew here", or " you have really jew hair". In retrospect, it was probably the latter. stagger home only to witness a card game full of your roommate and strangers. they're smoking a blunt and you deserve it... and so...... (real-time post)
You shoudnt have dont that... yhou know what happens whn you smoke after drinking godddammn it. take it outtam y lungs god. god rest the pope.