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In the Fells Point section of Baltimore close to the waterfront, at a bar that attracts a decidedly gritty, towny clientele (there's a pool table in the back and they have informal live entertainment in the front), and where there's all kinds of salty banter between patrons and the male bartender who has quintessential biker looks, last night I witnessed the following.
The bartender was staring at one of the regulars, very theatrically.
PATRON: Are you trying to stare me down?
BARTENTER: No, actually, I'm going to come around there and tickle you till you pee your pants.
PATRON: You know, that's pretty gay--not that there's anything wrong with it!
The bartender was staring at one of the regulars, very theatrically.
PATRON: Are you trying to stare me down?
BARTENTER: No, actually, I'm going to come around there and tickle you till you pee your pants.
PATRON: You know, that's pretty gay--not that there's anything wrong with it!