no thanks

I'm just going to go back to casually playing Words With Friends over at the bar. Later!

Lose the shoes and maybe we'll talk.

I mean, if you insist, I'll just leave then.

Better cover the coin slot before kids start dropping quarters in there looking for a prize.

Don't you usually need to set up a booth with a permit for that sort of thing?

That wouldn't even work anyway, you couldn't just use my number as yours... oooooohhh I get it now! Still no.

The "Mouth in front of a powerful fan" look is symbolic. Symbolic of how much this blows.

And by work I mean strip club. And by strip club I mean the unmarked dumpster behind the Jiffy Lube.

And yet, the memory continues on...

I can only hope the runway is durable and well-enforced.

What did this outfit need more of? Honey mustard, apparently.