Update to previous Blog.

One of the friends of the 50+ year old short guy came into my bar tonight and apologized for his friend's behavior. Apology not accepted. I did find out a fun fact however. The short bud light drinker's wife was actually out of town that weekend making her yearly visit to her sister's in New Jersey.

Told you I'd ruin your one night of freedom douche bag. Now, go back to getting kicked in the balls and have a super day!

At the BAR? Listen to the BARtender.

Bad night at work for the Twiz. Just too keep this short and not venture into rant land let me just say the following:

• I hate Jimmy Buffet
  
• I hate 50+ year old drunk guys.
• I hate 50+ year old drunk guys that come into my bar.
• I hate 50+ year old drunk guys that come into my bar and don't listen.
  
• I hate short guys that constantly go through life with a fucking chip on their shoulder.

Look dude, I'm six foot three and you are five foot two. You're drunk, you're short, and you're in my bar. That makes me the boss. Don't argue, you will lose. Don't give me lip, because I will go from cool guy to dickhead in a snap. I will ruin the one night out a year that your wife allows you. It's not my fault that you pushed when you should have pulled, and then married a control freak. It's also not my fault you're repressed from 25 years of getting kicked in the balls. Something else you might want to keep in mind, telling the bartender that he can shove a bottle of Bud Light up his ass is not really a compelling argument for your cause. See you next year!

-Twiz