PWJ and I were at a bar having some beers, and I couldn't help but notice how skinny the bartender was. She was a rail; straight out of an anorexia brochure. The girl could have been a Tracy Gold body double.

My beer was dead, and she's showing not signs of coming over to get me another one, so being a tactful gentleman, I yell:

"Hey Karen Carpenter, get me another beer!"

She comes over with a beer and a confused look on her face, so I ask:

Tucker "Do you even get that reference?"
Bartender "No."
PWJ "Why do birds suddenly appear...every time...you are near...I want to be...close to you..."

Got that, didn't you bitch?

Posted by at 11:51 PM

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