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So, I walk into the bar to start my shift and low and behold who should I find perched at the table closest to the bar? You guessed it. Adam Whatshisface, the dick from last night. He and his group of “friends” are eating dinner. Super. Upside? I see my friend J sitting at the bar. At least I’ll have someone friendly to talk to.

The evening starts out on a positive note. They boys are being friendly so Adam must not be too upset about last night. I bring them a round of drinks and Chubbs (everyone in this town also has a nickname, which everyone knows them by…I don’t know a lot of people’s real names, strange I know.) tells me that one of the boys lost a bet and ate a used urinal cake yesterday. I’m not sure what to do with that information so I say, “Well at least your breath will smell fresh for a while.” and go back to the bar. Freaks.

 (Side note: later, I found out that shit is like poison and can make you sicker than a dog and/or die. So please don’t try it. Not that any sane person would)

The night goes on and it’s getting time to leave, so I ask if the guys are ready to cash out because I’m heading home. They all pay up except cake eater because he forgot his money (forgetfulness…possible side effect of ingesting piss cake?) and so Adam covers his bill but doesn’t tip for him or himself. Superdick.

I forgot to mention this same guy….the guy with the cake, a few weeks ago, took 5 shots of a special concoction that we make there at the bar and ran outside to puke immediately. We caught it all on camera and every-time I go out back I step over the barf stain. Ugh some people are so disgusting.

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