So this thing that happened once has become a weekly occurance

[Suu]

Call my sister. She has no filter or restraint with these types.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Do I have a filter?
Answer: no

Actually, many of them are quite nice, until I want the pool table. They seem to think they own that bitch, but that bar is mine so it never works out in their favor. Their sad little faces when I'm shaking a cue at them yelling "Don't make me break this in half...".
They back down rather quickly with their tails between their... ugh. Literally.

I don't really know what to make of this whole thing other than to make them spend all their money.
Of course subtlety escapes me sometimes. "You drinkin? No? So you're just hangin out here like it's your clubhouse then? I don't think so. Go get a beer or find a comic shop ya bum."

[Suu]

The fact that they aren't paying customers gives you the right to tell them to leave.

I was suggesting my sister so she can do it without consequence, and you can pretend you're a good employee. Or some shit.

...Now I want hot wings from your bar. DAMN YOU.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Apparently I'm a better employee than I thought. More on that later.

I cannot smell those wings without wanting them.
Also- now: taco Tuesdays. WHAT!

My alley... it's all up in it.

Sounds nastay.

[Suu]

It's Furry Day again. My friend just sent me this pic.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

In case y'all thought I was kidding...




This is just a few of them.

[Pæs]

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Oh my god that poor boy 

[Ben Shapiro]

Lololololooo

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]