GreenDoberman

i wasn't getting along with my boss. said bye. now i do standup comedy on fremont street. i am in one of those circles where the guys and girls make up roses from palm fronds. my only real competition is the guys from america can dance and the guy who just sits there frozen. come out and see my while i hone my craft. no charge on the voluntary tip if you tell them tgf sent you.

jimmy when i get high the jean dawson songs sound like the presidents of the united states of america, the band not the actual presidents, when they play that song peaches. and i get hungry and instead of a healthy slice of fruit which would actually kill me according to rito, Show us your meat rito-yeah him, i only have leftover burger king and lots and lots of honey mustard sauce, because it is my weakness. not a weakness like king revolver at the gloryhole weakness but like a craving, so yeah maybe like that. and what im trying to say is duly noted. there.

I AGREE WITH EVERYONE.

we are currently living in a simulation. none of this exists except on the plane which we perceive as reality. they give us the needle through the camels eye in messages that are so subliminal they cannot be unencrypted in normal consciousness. the solution my friends is drugs and lots of them. mind enhancing mind alerting ones that show us the things our consciousness is incapable of without the key to open up the lock. only then will we witness that our true reality is not our perceived reality and our minds will be expanded to understand that what is real is not real and what is perceived is not actually reality. only then will we reach that higher consciousness where we are willing to submit to our own unconscious. do acid kids and dmt and mushroom and get high a little while you drink a diet ginger ale preferably a zevia and meditate. it works and is better than the truth which is buried inside that king revolver frequents the gloryholes around phoenix. Then shall the mythical bird rise from the ashes. we must PERSERVERE and never let the words surrender destroy our id our ego and our being.

Good point Shooterman.

LOL at anyone still referencing traffic. This is like a bar 30 years past its prime with a bunch of broken down fucks hanging on for dear life so they can get a candle lit next to the service well when they die. Everyone is welcome at TGF, The Glory Faded, bar.

You should start doing hard drugs maybe hook up with that crack whore who sucked your dick and gave you the hiv. See if she has some crystal or something that will keep your Little Revolver hard for hours. It will help your low testosterone that is like a girls and since you really have nothing going for you and are on a long downward spiral you might as well experience some chemical enhancement.

humiliated.

Got to be a pretty good chance Revolver got scammed by Brock too. They have that weird pizza date, Kinger disappears for a few months and goes on a downward spiral of crackwhores and sex addiction. His cycle of shame and embarrassment reeks of getting scammed by the grifter from Champaign. We all know King is dumb as a rock, maybe not Bobby-level but pretty dumb and he has a history of getting scammed (see: embarrassing black hooker video) and getting off on being humliated.

Brick should do traveling YouTube videos and restaurant reviews. If he can stop the profanity and keep it professional. There is a market for this and he can corner the white trash niche.

Man I'm scared to see how this turns out. Wish you luck, but I feel.like I have seen this movie before. Hope I'm wrong

All I have left to hit the cover all on my bingo card are mediocre wings at a past its prime Four Kegs in the hood on Jones. That has to be tonight's grand finale right?

Been a little while since I've had a drink. So, I'd say yes.

Have been reading about this and watched a couple documentaries on it. Feels good to throw out stuff that you have no use for and kept for no reason. Today I threw out a portable DVD player. When the hell is the last time I used that. Focusing on the important things in life and not worrying about consumption and stuff. Refreshing.

If you turn it up you can hear a conversation in the background: "Papi! Papi! Ese chico tiene la cabeza como una sandia" "Si, si, se ve como una bobblehead humana!"

Try the mask pic in your tinder profile. Might get more hits. Dials down the creep factor a notch.

To be honest I don't really get the appeal of the Omelette House. It's great in a nostalgic stuck-in-a-time warp kind of way with lots of old pictures on the wall kind of like Battista's, but if you are going there for the food there are far better places to tantalize your palette. I could name at least 10 places off the top of my head in the immediate Charleston/Downtown area that are far superior and are easily found with a quick search. In fact, Eat Downtown PublicUs Makeres and Finders MTO Cafe Ameribrunch Cafe 7th and Carson Downtown Terrace (brunch) Vesta Coffee Roasters The Smashed Pig (brunch) Carson Kitchen and/or neighboring Donut Bar If the purpose is to pile as much food into the potbelly of an obese pygmy, easily impressed Oompa-Loompa looking simpleton then I would postulate that even a Hash House a Go Go in the nearby Plaza would be a far superior choice over the creepy-kitsch decor and marginally palatable slop of the Omelette House. But then again I am not the Gallivanting Gourmet of Calumet City traipsing through the tulips of downtown Las Vegas amongst the unsavory characters, the ne'er-do-wells, and the low level street hustlers of legendary Fremont Street.

Closed.

Triple George grill or the goodwich would be my recommendations.

a peanut got mugged crossing the street he was a salted.

maybe this weekend ill go to blockbuster and rent a movie with that cute little tight assed cheerleader julie and she will look good even in her school sweatpants and we will share airheads. a sugary treat and then she will put her hand down my pants and i will put my hand down her pants and we will smell each others hands. and she smells like peaches and she fucks like a revolution and we danced the night away then we will take the movie back to blockbuster because we dont want have late fees and maybe stop by and see her friend jennifer at the yogurt store i tihink it was called tcby. then we'd get a slurpee at 711 because the airheads were not enough sugar. and then i tried to get my hand to smell like peaches again

who do you like in walking mike? are there any underage girls you are following?

i used to do drugs. i still do but i used to too. everybody is high at the illenium concert. without track and field how would armed robbers train? dry cleaning is an immense scam. The girl the korean lady shot punched her twice first. that is not a struggle.

At some point some of these guys have to regress to the mean. Disco and Gausman are two obvious outliers. Career .500 at best pitchers who have turned into Cy Young. The entire bullpen is overachieving and guys like McGee, Garcia, and Rogers have to come back to earth. Those 5 with sub-1 WHIPs is one of the more eye-popping stats. On the hitting side, the entire lineup save the utterly average Steven Duggar is on the wrong side of 30 and they have suddenly discovered the fountain of youth. There has been an obvious strategic move to swing for the fences but shit-heaps like Darren Ruf, Lamonte Wade Jr., Austin Slater are performing so far above expectations it defies belief. Aging wonders Posey, Crawford, and Longoria are putting up numbers like their career peak. The statistical samples are practically Bonds-esque. Don't know if that's a good thing. Something is rotten in the City by the Bay and it's not the Tenderloin District for a change.

Thank you for the compliment and upbeat attitude Housepicks. and I am sorry to hear that your wife is cheating on you. Not an ideal weekend to find that out.