Hey there, Mr. Bartender. I want to thank you for not serving me Thursday night. I had had over 4 drinks already and hadn't eaten in at least 4 hours. Last I remember I was wandering around inner SE in an orange Mexican sundress trying to find some 80s night called the Vortex and talking about vagina a lot given the texts I sent out. Thank you for doing your job and not serving me! I am not a young cute 20 year old, but I don't think I'm the easiest person to say no to since I look quite innocent.
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