I have my own political ideology? How dare I? Too bad you don't know where you are or who you are talking to or who he was talking with.

prorevenge:

So I was a bartender back when I still liked overhearing bat shit insane stories and leaving it to my imagination what the hell happened. Once upon a time a rude woman (RW) came up to me doing the usual business. Now here’s where things go to shit. RW goes to the seat and goes to have a conversation with some random guy who is the very stereotype of a jock named Chad. She isn’t that far from where I am so she can hear conversations but not so much it will disturb her. I’m getting off track here.

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