This is just an extremely random impulse...
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Everyone experiences that moment, the one where the thing you hold closets to your heart is ripped right out of your hands… and spilt at your feet for everyone else to step on. I couldn’t help but release a heavy sigh as my innocent ice cubes where kicked all over the room by all those carelessly passing by. My once full glass now laid baron and cracked on the floor. The sight was more depressing than watching an ASPCA commercial right after running over your neighbor’s cat. Okay, so maybe I’m being a little over dramatic about my knocked over glass of Jim Beam but sometimes you just have to put your foot down. If you don’t have respect, you don’t even have the clothes on your back…. Well, considering the fact that my shift just ended and I made my way to the bar, instead of the dressing room, after my little dance I wasn’t wearing any clothes…not in legal terms anyway… So I instantly forgot about what little respect I had left, gave up on my vendetta and ordered a double. This time, I’d use both hands.
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