I laugh at people who are compleeeeeete *******, they can laugh at people playing DDR all they want, could care less, I'm talking about the ******* who (working in a bar I'll use this as an example) get their bill and scream out the defensless tiny 110 pound waitress' like there's not tomorrow.
Like last night, a new girl at work got screamed at by some idiot wearing a cowboy hat, muscle shirt, and hawiian pants (yeah...I know...) about a 70 cent charge for sour cream (He ordered Chips and Salsa with a side of sour cream after last call and she went back and begged for us to make it, then he argued that CHIPS AND SALSA came with sour cream...?) These are the people I laugh at. Why? Because they're so big and tough infront of a tiny girl working for tips, but put a 210 pound bartender who looks kinda like Stone Cold Steve Austin infront of them, they shut up, pay their bill, and they leave, and they're the people who 1 day will pass off the wrong person and get curb stomped, which is why I laugh at them.
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