It drove us to drink.
We found ourselves at Bus Boys and Poets on 14th and V asking for any beer that tastes more like piss than class.
Me: Ahh, do you have anything ... mmm... like American? Like the stuff that every other country talks shit about?
Middle Eastern Waiter: Ahh...
He headed to the back and returned with a PBR. Said they had just gotten a shipment in and they keep it in the back- they only had twelve in stock.
Me: Bring out a six pack
Waiter: I will not judge
Me: Good, cause I thought you were... glad you clarified
And then we became best friends, which resulted in me drinking too many beers and doing this...
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Nicee great job!
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