The Cue To Stop Drinking

I’m behind the bar, busy burlesque show, cleavage everywhere you look. Word has it, my friend just upchucked at the bar. And I’ve only served him a drink. Another buddy of mine, kind as he is, and it’s his birthday nonetheless, is mopping it up.

Not ten minutes later, I see that very puker with a can of hard cider in his hand. What’s up?  I say. He says, what?  I go, usually when you puke, that’s your cue to stop drinking.

He says, no. I’m good.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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