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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
When I ask for a glass of ice-water because I'm getting dehydrated in your airless institution, don't look at me like a fucking idiot and jerk your head towards a half-full pitcher of warm, dirty-fucking-toilet-water that's sitting on the corner of the bar that every drunk asshole nearby has probably drooled in or roofied.
If you can twist the cap off a beer and expect a $2 tip, you can certainly go the extra foot to the sink and get a guy who's been buying drinks all night some running water so he doesn't collapse. Luckily for you, I just left so you could continue eye-fucking everyone who was standing at the bar not ordering anything. —I was only even there because I'm friends with the band
Tags: water shortage