Bar tender
Harambe: I'll have just ice. Bartender: Just ice Me: Yes, justice for Harambe.
BOO'S.
You use a pair of caesars.
IPhone. - No, I meant the number. - It's a 6. - No, to contact you. - I don't use it for that.
Turban Outfitters
He wanted Mark Antony!
An elaborate fantasy in which she is in prison and tries to escape by chewing through the bars of her cell.
Do you ladies wanna go back to my place and conduct a double slit experiment?
With bar tender.
I'm ready to partiem with my perdiem *sorry, not a dad, and the bar tender didn't laugh either