ass bottle variance

ass bottle variance. The only way to get drunk these days. Alone and ambulatory- quick nips under the mask. Fuck this solo cup guilt purchase and piss cup fernet flavored jello shots. What loyalty do I have to this shit hole or that? Half of these beardo mixologists and pseudo dominatrix drunketeers don/t know the difference between bud light or a French white. . in an empty bar with an empty glass their empty heads can/t often figure out ‘same again’ . I feel for them but I don’t . when/s the last time some artisanal dipstick in a deer hunter(the band) t shirt buy anyone back or tip the bar back whilst hunkered over their phone and whining to their roommate and/or their bed mate about how no one comes in on their shift,as they turn the grizzly bear dross up to drive out the lone drinkers? Or how about the miserable afternoon mope in the joint with all of the tv’s that calls it self a sports bar that can/t find the champions league on the box with good directions, or the Guinness tap with a map. Pity poor ewe? Pity poor me, and he and she and them and the ass bottle variance. i/ll suck this ass bottle dry and throw it where I like, and not have to deal with any thing but al fresco relief. After all, no one speaks to the urinal anymore. It mightn’t be covid free. . not a single dead wood extra looking limp wristed lothario with a hipler hair cut and handlebar ronnie emptily opining on who crushed or killed or slayed that time they got in free to governors ball for being the most pathetic prick and the vice magazine sponsored pathetic prick pageant. . where are the professional drinkers and and the swill slingers that keep them in line? This ass bottle variant is not gonna drink itself, but its hard out here for a wimp. I need a cold beer and a warm stool.(get your head out of the toilet). I need the professionals on both sides of the bar in this war on my reality. I need broken junke boxes and neon beer boxes and the fruit flies and bar flies and brown liquor and white drugs or is it Tuesday and its white liquor and brown drugs. I need tough guys and tougher broads – all the shoulda coulda woulda and wanna gonna wishedas. I need mars.