That had to be deliberate

Pfftt… “Aforementioned.” Well la-di-da.

I had to look up escarpment. How do you regularly have the opportunity to use that word?

I would never spit in someone’s drink. I’d spray them with the soda gun instead.

That is a good fucking movie. It should be more well known than it is. I could definitely watch that repeatedly. I could probably watch an hour and forty five of just Charles Grodin doing absolutely nothing and still laugh my ass off.

Super busy dive bar. Not the kind of place you’d order a fancy cocktail on a slow night let alone a packed weekend. Customer asks for some particularly complicated drink when the bar is slammed. Bartender tells her that there a lot of people waiting behind her and asks if she’d please order some simple. Customer insists. Bartender pleads. Customer insists. Bartender relents, pulls out all the tools, gathers the ingredients, preps the glass, etc, etc. Pours the ingredients into the shaker. Spits in the shaker directly in font of the customer. Shakes up the drink, strains it in the glass and says, "that’ll be twelve dollars please "

Anything by Morrissey. The histrionics are annoying enough but I think he’s an objectively bad musician. He seems to just meander around with no discernable melody. Like, what are you even trying to do man? I’m pretty certain the actually catchy Smiths songs were written by someone else.

Runner up: Hold My Hand by Hootie and the Blowfish. If it comes on at a place of business I will immediately walk out of that business.

Biting my toenails

I don’t think it gets any slower than Fishing with John

Baseball: no more home runs. If it goes out of the park it’s a foul. It will force a much more dynamic infield game and get rid of boring ass pop flys.

Edit: exception for grand slams because that shit is pretty exciting.

I dunno, sounds like english to me.

David Bowie. He was such a cultural touchstone that influenced so much artistry on top of being a brilliant artist himself. I lived in New York City when he died and the stoop of his apartment turned into a makeshift memorial with countless people contributing objects that held significance to their relationship with him. I was so overwhelmed to see it that I cried.

If any of the detectives from Law and Order come in to my bar I absolutely will not remember that random patron from five days ago.

I definitely remember it being used in the 80s.

Nope. Somehow I just crave a piece of white bread after eating a brownie and then maybe repeating the process. I have no rational explanation for this.

Chocolate brownies and white bread

Guitars. Some minor upgrades can get you a decent instrument. I wouldn’t use one as my primary guitar but it’s cool to have something a little different to play around with.

How do they have seemingly unlimited funds to make all these records?