I'm sick of mopping up puke at the bar I now work at. Jesus people, check the i.d, don't serve doubles and triples, watch where the drinks are going and cut drunks, young people, and featherweights off. If I hear "Hey, Statikk, get some bleach water and the mop over here!" one more ****ing time on a Saturday night party I'm going apeshit.
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R.I.P. H.S.T.
I wanna have El Scrabino's man babies.
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