I do and I sure as fuck know Cheap Ass Magee remembers it too. Hey bitch, where's my money? You keep asking for your boot but I don't see my wallet getting fatter. Funny how that works, right?
Just so everyone knows, if you plan to hang out with me for a night and get drunk...pay your fair share. I ain't a goddamn ATM. Unless you hear the words, "I got this round" or "It's on me tonight, fellas" don't pull shady and act like you don't know what the fuck is going on. If you do that, you can bet something will be missing the next day. I don't care if it's your father's fucking ashes that reside in that beautiful custom made urn displayed on the mantle in your house. No cash...no worries. I'll find something fucker. If you know you don't have money, get a job. If you have a job but are too cheap to pay for shit, bring your own booze to the bar. It's pretty simple.
If some of you have no fucking clue what I'm talking about...here's the back story:
Consider it Collateral
Look on the bright side, that boot looks like its been well taken care of.
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