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I'm never fucking dressing up again. Screw the damn girls. -
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The rules:
For the idiotically named Boy's Love day, the only cocktails available will be fruit based. Liqueur flavors don't count.
On Pirate Day, only drinks that have rum. Lots of rum. -
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So I'm guessing the world-is-ending party is on for tonight. I'll outlast all you assholes. -
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This weekend was a fucking bore. Sure we were busy, but nothing interesting happened. No cat fights over a host, no one getting caught screwing in the supply room, not so much as a snide look.
I'm disappointed. The snippy brat is the only one around here who's not a fucking zombie. -
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Everything's ready for this weekend. It looks like a damn Chinese kitsch factory exploded in here.
I might have to break my own rule about drinking on the job to keep from going blind. -
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At least I've been to China and I have an authentic Hawaiian shirt. Bring on the dumb-ass theme nights.
The specialty drink on the 2nd will be pútáo jiǔ, a Chinese grape wine.
On the 3rd we'll have Piña Colada cocktails as well as the Mai Tai. Complete with froo-froo. -
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Last night was fucking fantastic. Bitch knew what she was doing. -
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Everyone's taste in music completely sucks. Post some bands you actually like and not crap you think will get you more clients.
It's a pain in the ass that they can see these anyway. There goes my fun of tormenting you all. Your fans would try to tell me off on shift and that wouldn't end well. -
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It's Valentine's Day. Yay. I'm so excited for tonight. -
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Hey, morons, I might be the bartender, but that doesn’t mean I remember what the hell your regulars drink. It’s your damn job to remember that and there’s too fucking many of you whiny, prissy idiots for my liking ( Read more... )