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Originally posted by Shape Shifter
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That is a double entendre. THe re line
There is this bar in my cushy hometown known as "the Polish Club". It is the haven for the drunken mailcarrier and his impoverished alcoholic blue collar friends. We rich kids used to slum there bc they had a pool table, and to prove that we were cool and down with the working man.
Anyway I used to go frequently for a stint and one of the Greg Allman doubles regulars asked to shoot pool with me or whatever. I said sure, bc I got to cut the line or something. His scary female unit person came over and told me to stay away from her man. I cant remember exactly what I said or did but know it has something to do with shock emanating from the fact that I could be interestd in that gross slob, but she slugged me in the face.
My first and only bar brawl.
