I'm actually not into detailing every aspect of the bar. I feel that would be intrusive. Also, I don't trust facebook. I think facebook is rather manipulative. I refrain from answering surveys, or giving more information than is needed. Once you type something into facebook, they own it. They sell off your information to interested companies, I believe.
Anyway, this Stormtrooper had a rough day.
The toys help to sell my napkin art.
Lest anyone think I want to be at a bar every night, you're wrong. I would rather sit at home and play video games. I don't do this for my health.
If he can't take a joke, fuck him. He sure does seem to like the young ladies. He can't take his eyes off of them. Neither can I, but sheez. Is he hoping to sack a couple of them? It sure seems that way to me. Maybe he should try an internet dating service, and he can tell the girl about his time spent in the 1960's.
I like Mark. If he makes you listen to one of his stories, at least there is a point to it.
I will have to someday make 'The Lego Larry Movie'.
I can't stand listening to Messica. She drones on for hours. Some of my most wonderful nights at the bar is when she isn't there. Her voice really carries, too, which is a shame for me. How much socializing can a person do? Jesus. She was talking last night about how perhaps it might be handy to have a personal trainer to help firm up her belly. I wonder how the drinking is going to fit into her work-out schedule? It beats me.
Just to end this entry on a positive note, I like Leon and those old guys he hangs out with. I can listen to them for hours, and they don't like 'The Poet's Group' too much, either. Haha, I found some friends.
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