March 27, 2006

75/365, Bob

Bob was the waxed handlebar mustachioed private club bartender who charged senile members for drinks their medication didn't allow them to have. "Where's my damned drink, Bob?" "You drank it already." "Oh, I'm sorry, nevermind. Bring me another?" "Yes, sir."

Posted by dwaber at March 27, 2006 12:43 PM