Bar Banter

I’m looking for my future ex wife. I thrive on the adrenaline a messy divorce would give me.

The shit you hear at bars is enough to make you clutch your pearls.

A bit of what I said:

Bartender: What’re you having?
Me: Just fuck me up, bruh.

“HE WAS GONE FOR 15 MINUTES! HE CLEARLY TOOK A SHIT!”

Slut: I’m a world traveler.
Me: I bet her pussy was stamped along with her passport.

“Bruh… Fuck the slut; the other one’s a Petri dish.”

“Cut yourself some slack, dude. You don’t have to fuck everyone.”

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