Crazy people.
A lady enters the store walks to the back where they keep the beer and wine. She looks around for a bit than walks up to the register. "Have you noticed the spraying?" she says to the clerk., He stares back confused. "What do you mean, like bug spray?" he asks. "No", she repliles "like genocide spray" The clerk understands, the lady has lost her marbles. "Well I haven't seen them spraying anything in here" She looks at him, "It goes through walls. There after me. Their trying to kill me." "who is?" asks the clerk. The lady turns around and walks out of the store. She had places to be.
A man sits at a bar and orders himself a pitcher of beer. The girl behind the bar kindly obliges. The man recieves his beer and begins to drink. Half way through the first pint the man begins to talk to himself. Halfway through the second pint the girls behind the bar notices that its not himself he is talking to. He is taliking to what seems to be a bar full of people...at least in his haed. He stands up and makes a toast and buys a round for the fellas and pitchers for the roaring boys in the corner. He than sits down and finishes his pitcher of beer all the while carrying on a conversation with nobody, memories perhaps. He than gets up and walks out. He leaves a one dollar tip. That cheap bastard.
If i asked you what you thought my favorite beverage was what would you say?
A lady enters the store walks to the back where they keep the beer and wine. She looks around for a bit than walks up to the register. "Have you noticed the spraying?" she says to the clerk., He stares back confused. "What do you mean, like bug spray?" he asks. "No", she repliles "like genocide spray" The clerk understands, the lady has lost her marbles. "Well I haven't seen them spraying anything in here" She looks at him, "It goes through walls. There after me. Their trying to kill me." "who is?" asks the clerk. The lady turns around and walks out of the store. She had places to be.
A man sits at a bar and orders himself a pitcher of beer. The girl behind the bar kindly obliges. The man recieves his beer and begins to drink. Half way through the first pint the man begins to talk to himself. Halfway through the second pint the girls behind the bar notices that its not himself he is talking to. He is taliking to what seems to be a bar full of people...at least in his haed. He stands up and makes a toast and buys a round for the fellas and pitchers for the roaring boys in the corner. He than sits down and finishes his pitcher of beer all the while carrying on a conversation with nobody, memories perhaps. He than gets up and walks out. He leaves a one dollar tip. That cheap bastard.
If i asked you what you thought my favorite beverage was what would you say?

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pear cinder for myself on ice is nice
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