OK so standard Tuesday at the Roadhouse. Rye Roadhouse that is. Buds, suds and then it got weird. Some guy comes in and just starts hatin' on Smitty. I mean pure hate. He apparently was a poor judge of character because he loved me. Totally a weird night, but I decided that I would be nice - until it was time not to be nice. Oh yeah and if anyone sees my cell phone or money clip give me a holler.
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Soup didn't toss the guy out on his ear?
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