Keep an eye on the guy at the end of the bar
Yeah, that balding roly poly guy. He’ll tell ya he’s a Mensa member about 20 times while dissing every guy who showed up with a date. Last time I was here, I brought my daughter; she was home on spring break. And the guy started drooling - literally, drooling - as he asked me to introduce him to ‘my friend with the big wazoos.’
I mean, he’s old enough to be her grandfather. I was pissed.
When I told him she was my daughter, he said “oh.” Then he kept trying to get her to play shuffleboard, just so he could look at her cleavage. I woulda tossed him out on his ear, but unfortunately, he’s the nephew of the owner. I’d watch him though. Especially around young kids. I saw some Tootsie pops in his inside pocket and you know what I mean?
(Get personal, Karl. Slurs are all you’ve got left. For that matter, it’s all you ever had.)
June 24th, 2008 at 6:34 am
[…] But since Rove says you can “know” someone without meeting him, who is Rove himself? Perhaps this description by Kevin Hayden at American Street is right on target: Yeah, that balding roly poly guy. He’ll tell ya he’s a Mensa member about 20 times while dissing every guy who showed up with a date. Last time I was here, I brought my daughter; she was home on spring break. And the guy started drooling - literally, drooling - as he asked me to introduce him to ‘my friend with the big wazoos.’ […]