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enjoying the unicorn bar and grill.

The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane. He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning of whskey and bull dogs. I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.              This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet) I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight. Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.   Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to) Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel. Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular. We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head) He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to kill.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew contaminate our bull shit stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head. He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S)  each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.
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