A Brooklyn bartender shares the slurred, alcohol-induced ramblings of her customers with you. Because drunk people tell the truth.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The hits keep on coming
A drunk Columbian: You're a pretty girl, you know? Real sexy. Me: Oh, thanks. A drunk Columbian: No, I mean it. If you was ugly I'd tell you you were ugly.
A bartender at a renowned dive bar in Brooklyn, she makes drinks the way she likes to drink them: strong enough to summon your dead grandmother from beyond the grave. If you ask for a free drink you'll get cut off. If you play "Rock Lobster" on the jukebox she just might buy you a shot.
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