The bartender hates you…

So here’s the thing: If you go into a sports bar and start asking your bartender how much Budweiser costs, how much Coors Light costs, how much the cheapest drink is, then holy shit do they hate you. I mean to the point of going back in the kitchen and sitting in the corner to calm down so they don’t stab you in throat with a broken bottle of Budweiser while screaming “Three dollars and fifty cents!!” Have you ever heard the expression “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it” Just stay home you cheap assholes, I don’t need or want your .50 cent tip.

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