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Err @Sara? And how do you not know @fingercuffs? Smh. When you were temp banned during the WR Awards thread in December - we were dethroned as co-POTY by @tonni - there was talk of @IngaVovchanchyn being transgender. Mr. Man What An Ass, I Ride My Bike Fast wanted confirmation that wasn't the case before he penned his Sherotica classic.
I admittedly laughed (out loud). I'm sorry.
Where are they buried?
It's more like a couple dozen or something like that but there was no "before"; dudes came first and they were concurrent to the flings with women. I'm going on six years being vayjay-free though.
I've actually grown to find it kind of flattering that we summon acts of supernatural reckoning and trigger the collapse of entire civilizations. You know like, fuck your couch; fuck "your culture" (
?!?); fuck your civilization.
It's a cute idea and all, but "gay marriage" really isn't something I believe in (I support it for others) and there would be almost no family present on either side considering I'm largely estranged at this point and he was just outright cutoff and practically kicked to the curb as a teenager.
Err @Sara? And how do you not know @fingercuffs? Smh. When you were temp banned during the WR Awards thread in December - we were dethroned as co-POTY by @tonni - there was talk of @IngaVovchanchyn being transgender. Mr. Man What An Ass, I Ride My Bike Fast wanted confirmation that wasn't the case before he penned his Sherotica classic.
I admittedly laughed (out loud). I'm sorry.
Where are they buried?
It's more like a couple dozen or something like that but there was no "before"; dudes came first and they were concurrent to the flings with women. I'm going on six years being vayjay-free though.
I've actually grown to find it kind of flattering that we summon acts of supernatural reckoning and trigger the collapse of entire civilizations. You know like, fuck your couch; fuck "your culture" (
?!?); fuck your civilization.
It's a cute idea and all, but "gay marriage" really isn't something I believe in (I support it for others) and there would be almost no family present on either side considering I'm largely estranged at this point and he was just outright cutoff and practically kicked to the curb as a teenager.
It might be old news to you, but as someone fairly new to the lounge I don't know much about it. Doesn't mean it needs be rehashed, just that I find it interesting. We'd have some fruitful exchanges then next time he'd go ballistic. All in all he was an interesting dude who was notches above the trolls we're dealing with currently.
Man... Remember how I used to tell you I worked by Canal and Royal? It's a few blocks from my apartment but that corner was always fucking wild. A prostitute slashed a few people with a straight razor at the Willies Chicken Shack next door lol.
Also..... The plot of the Bourbon Street stabbing Chewbacca is thicker than a good gumbo right now.
So here's what I'm hearing. They jumped him and tried to rob him of his tips so he stabbed the fuck out the dude.
A long time Bourbon Street doorman told the Quarter Rat:
“3 street hustlers jumped him and tried to rob him by the RA Shop, he was defending him self by all account, no blood stains or blood trail. I did see a dude run by holding his stomach, evidently he fell out on the 300 block and that’s when (it is believed) NOPD got involved.”
The doorman joked, “He walked by me earlier that night and fist bumped me, I didn’t see any altercation at all? NOBODY gonna snitch on a Wookie.”
According to reliable witnesses, a couple of the parasite-scumbag street hustlers tried to jack him and he gigged one of them. Fucker ran three blocks before he fell out and didn’t want cops or ambulance involved at first. A dead giveaway he was in the wrong! Any of us that have worked any length of time in the Quarter have had to deal with these useless fucksticks at some point and I’ve done WAY worse to motherfuckers with their hand in my tip jar!!!
Any time I hear or read the term "family values", I damn near end up on the floor in tears from laughing so hard. I tell him it's Super Values, much family and morality.
It draws a smirk but he doesn't find it as humorous. :-/
As you should. I have always found them hard to dose, especially when you try to make them yourself. Either you end up disappointed that it's not kicking in, or you risk way overdoing it.
Also, while I personally have never experienced it, I have seen people have rather unpleasant highs in a way I never saw it when smoking.
Overall, my weed days are many years removed, partially because I like my driver's license too much (got pulled over once the day after) and because I have somewhat grown out of it and also do not have good connections here any more (still criminalized). I also have to say a lot of people I used to smoke with in my late teens / early twens achieved really nothing in their lives, and the fact that they centered their lives largely around the green certainly was a key contributor.
But man. With all this Covid shit, now really having delivered on my career beyond the point I would have thought possible 10 years ago, settled down in a nice house in an area with vineyards and scenic views... I really would love to do it every now and then.
Despite the fact that my first experience with edibles left me WAY too high, I've come to actually prefer them over smoking. I have to clear more of my day for it though, just because it lasts much longer.
I've actually grown to find it kind of flattering that we summon acts of supernatural reckoning and trigger the collapse of entire civilizations. You know like, fuck your couch; fuck "your culture" (
As a bisexual man, it's interesting watching straight people vacillate between insisting that I don't actually exist and blaming me for HIV spreading from the gays to the straights. I feel like "Schrodinger's bi", lol.
It's a cute idea and all, but "gay marriage" really isn't something I believe in (I support it for others) and there would be almost no family present on either side considering I'm largely estranged at this point and he was just outright cutoff and practically kicked to the curb as a teenager.
As a bisexual Otter, it's interesting watching straight people vacillate between insisting that I don't actually exist and blaming me for HIV spreading from the gays to the straights. I feel like "Schrodinger's bi", lol.
I'm not sure that I ever want to get married myself, but it's nice knowing that it's an option.
Yeah, things are going pretty well at the moment, but I'm thinking about moving again, so that's kind of weighing on my mind a bit. He's literally the only thing keeping me where I'm at right now.
Man, I'm having an odd day. I took the day off, couldn't sleep a wink last night. I've been struggling mightily with sleep and all those 12 hour a day shifts back to back to back and my days off I do absolutely nothing.
Homie called me and had clearly been crying, his two girlfriends he lives with, there seems to be some trouble in paradise and they needed money. I'm not good at comforting people at all, I dwell in the beauty of what most find negative, but it was a good hang, I got a PC and I'm back. Click clacking away with a lovely sad tune in my ear.
Does anyone else find when something trivial is missing from their life that they kind of shut down? I assume not, the majority of y'all are far more put together than I. I'm envious and it seems so alien how so many of y'all are good normal people, it's nice to read. To imagine of life of doing things normally and not just out of necessity. To wake up, make breakfast, check your emails, get in the truck you're making payments on, answering your families phone calls, going to work and just working, going home with a dinner planned, a tv show in mind, one beer and not a pint of whiskey, laundry when it needs done, bills paid when due, healthy friendships. So peculiar from the outside when you struggle to sleep and you struggle to wake up. I'm curious of what that means.
Granted, I doubt any of y'all could thrive in this neighborhood, with murderous hookers and Chewbacca's around every corner... but the grass is always greener I suppose. When you spend your life stumbling the path less paved feels like home.
I talk to a psychiatrist Thursday if I can wake up for it, I'm excited. I've never really been on any sort of medication that wasn't prescribed by a homie. I don't know what it does. The one thing I'm most curious to know about myself is about why I enjoy cocaine when I do it. I always want to do something when I touch that China, start something, write something, be something. Feel something. Liquor too, those two things (and bless them when they're combined) I could write you a periodic table of the elements of self destruction. I would very much like to be normal. To make my bed and waffles in the morning, to call my family and check on them every day, to do things again. I worry a bit that it's over for me in a way, not that I'm suicidal or anything, just at this point I don't think I can go back to going places, or making plans, or applying to a class, or doing anything that's not what's in front of me, my pages will remain unfinished, and I'll spend every day in a form of alcohol induced stasis. My favorite bird is the crow, which is ironic, at 32 crows have been sinking their feet into the sides of my eyes and underneath those eyes I'm starting to carry more bags than Floyd Mayweather's entourage. I'm not suicidal anymore, and that slightly worries me, as I'm not happier or normal. when I used to put a gun in my mouth, that took courage, and there was a brutal release when I couldn't pull the trigger. I worry that perhaps deep down I didn't need a gun to kill myself, and that all of our caskets lower day by day, and I'm riding to my funeral on a white horse with a blunt and a bottle. To watch Evan Williams, John Jameson, Well Tequila, Self Doubt, Childhood Trauma, and Inaction be the six pallbearers carrying the cheapest casket my meager Estate Sale offered.
I realize how very obnoxious I am on this forum and how horrid it must be to drag through my long ass dumb posts, but this is truly the only place I can open up. When I usually open up to anyone, the way I've opened up to y'all for over a decade, I immediately ghost. I really hope I can afford therapy and medication. I'm tired of aging at a bus stop with ever changing faces, until that black bus rides up to take me to the eternal beyond, often early and for my grandfather cruelly late, but rain or shine, it seems like all I do is check my watch and talk about the weather.
I'm curious what y'all think of this song. I was taken aback when I first hard it, his voice so haunted. The acoustic with a touch of static and the way the violin just seeps into the song so effortlessly you barely even know it and the way it swells with his voice and pulls back and the song ends with just the acoustic guitar, the same way it starts. Gorgeous. Folk really has grown ever so much into something so beautiful.
The distance from the man that I am to the man I want to be
The time it takes to realize time is the distance I need
But I was born impatient
And I was born unkind
But I refuse to believe I have to be
The same person I was born when I die
'Cause change is alright
Change is alright
I'm not proud of all the choices I've made for a lot of my life
Following the shadow when I damn well know that behind me is the light
But I've lied to my mother
I made people feel like hell
But I refuse to believe I have to keep
Being cruel 'cause I'm a coward myself
And time is impatience
No, patience takes time
Excuses will only do good if you're waiting around to die
Everyone is born with self worth
How easily it turns to doubt
It takes letting go of what we know we can't live without
But the blood in the water
Is the blood of my brother
We both learned it didn't mean a thing in
The end if one was thicker than the other
And I've tried having faith
But I'll rot like a dog
'Cause I've always been scared of loving
Someone just a little bit more than I'm loved
Losing is fine
Everything is fine
Yeah, things are going pretty well at the moment, but I'm thinking about moving again, so that's kind of weighing on my mind a bit. He's literally the only thing keeping me where I'm at right now.
My favorite bird is the crow, which is ironic, at 32 crows have been sinking their feet into the sides of my eyes and underneath those eyes I'm starting to carry more bags than Floyd Mayweather's entourage.
You ever considered trying Renova? It's Tretinoin with an emollient base and will all but for a fact significantly reduce those visible lines and wrinkles, it's FDA approved to do so. You can also cop generic tubes of it for like $7 a pop. I'm just worried your ginger ass (not literally) would be too sensitive to handle the strength and rate of cell turnover, which could actually make things worse. There are other much pricier options though, and the where is no less critical than the what and why here because the vast majority of products are bunk.
The human peptide GHK (glycyl-l-histidyl-l-lysine) has multiple biological actions, all of which, according to our current knowledge, appear to be health positive. It stimulates blood vessel and nerve outgrowth, increases collagen, elastin, and glycosaminoglycan synthesis, as well as supports the function of dermal fibroblasts. GHK’s ability to improve tissue repair has been demonstrated for skin, lung connective tissue, boney tissue, liver, and stomach lining.
GHK has also been found to possess powerful cell protective actions, such as multiple anti-cancer activities and anti-inflammatory actions, lung protection and restoration of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) fibroblasts, suppression of molecules thought to accelerate the diseases of aging such as NFκB, anti-anxiety, anti-pain and anti-aggression activities, DNA repair, and activation of cell cleansing via the proteasome system. Recent genetic data may explain such diverse protective and healing actions of one molecule, revealing multiple biochemical pathways regulated by GHK.[1]
Up-to-date, it is established that GHK-Cu is able to:
- Tighten loose skin and reverse thinning of aged skin
- Repair protective skin barrier proteins
- Improve skin firmness, elasticity, and clarity
- Reduce fine lines, depth of wrinkles, and improve structure of aged skin
- Smooth rough skin
- Reduce photodamage, mottled hyperpigmentation, skin spots and lesions
- Improve overall skin appearance
- Stimulate wound healing
- Protect skin cells from UV radiation
- Reduce inflammation and free radical damage
- Increase hair growth and thickness, enlarge hair follicle size
Most authors would attribute effects of GHK to its ability to bind copper(II) ions. It was proposed that because of the GHK’s small size and its ability to bind copper, it can play a crucial part in copper metabolism [2]. However, since 2010, a new mechanism has started to emerge. The Broad Institute of MIT and Harvard has created the Connectivity Map—a publicly available library of transcriptional responses to known perturbagens, substances that modulate gene expression [3].
This tool allowed researchers to investigate genome-wide effects of GHK and establish that GHK-Cu is able to up- and down-regulate a significant number of human genes. Today, it has become possible to connect biological effects of GHK-Cu and its effects on gene expression, to develop a more comprehensive view on GHK’s mechanism of action [4].
^ That is the topical variation and obviously specific to skin (anti) aging. GHK also comes in a crystallized peptide form that must be reconstituted and administered through sub-q injections with an insulin syringe to grab all of the aforementioned body-wide benefits. There's also a rather potent HGH secretatgogue that would go rather well with it to maximize the natural output of your pituitary gland (no Gorilla Rogan Gut type shit), but it's "grey market" and you need a legit lab. I ain't gonna post the source for that on the main though.
Man, I'm having an odd day. I took the day off, couldn't sleep a wink last night. I've been struggling mightily with sleep and all those 12 hour a day shifts back to back to back and my days off I do absolutely nothing.
Homie called me and had clearly been crying, his two girlfriends he lives with, there seems to be some trouble in paradise and they needed money. I'm not good at comforting people at all, I dwell in the beauty of what most find negative, but it was a good hang, I got a PC and I'm back. Click clacking away with a lovely sad tune in my ear.
Does anyone else find when something trivial is missing from their life that they kind of shut down? I assume not, the majority of y'all are far more put together than I. I'm envious and it seems so alien how so many of y'all are good normal people, it's nice to read. To imagine of life of doing things normally and not just out of necessity. To wake up, make breakfast, check your emails, get in the truck you're making payments on, answering your families phone calls, going to work and just working, going home with a dinner planned, a tv show in mind, one beer and not a pint of whiskey, laundry when it needs done, bills paid when due, healthy friendships. So peculiar from the outside when you struggle to sleep and you struggle to wake up. I'm curious of what that means.
Granted, I doubt any of y'all could thrive in this neighborhood, with murderous hookers and Chewbacca's around every corner... but the grass is always greener I suppose. When you spend your life stumbling the path less paved feels like home.
I talk to a psychiatrist Thursday if I can wake up for it, I'm excited. I've never really been on any sort of medication that wasn't prescribed by a homie. I don't know what it does. The one thing I'm most curious to know about myself is about why I enjoy cocaine when I do it. I always want to do something when I touch that China, start something, write something, be something. Feel something. Liquor too, those two things (and bless them when they're combined) I could write you a periodic table of the elements of self destruction. I would very much like to be normal. To make my bed and waffles in the morning, to call my family and check on them every day, to do things again. I worry a bit that it's over for me in a way, not that I'm suicidal or anything, just at this point I don't think I can go back to going places, or making plans, or applying to a class, or doing anything that's not what's in front of me, my pages will remain unfinished, and I'll spend every day in a form of alcohol induced stasis. My favorite bird is the crow, which is ironic, at 32 crows have been sinking their feet into the sides of my eyes and underneath those eyes I'm starting to carry more bags than Floyd Mayweather's entourage. I'm not suicidal anymore, and that slightly worries me, as I'm not happier or normal. when I used to put a gun in my mouth, that took courage, and there was a brutal release when I couldn't pull the trigger. I worry that perhaps deep down I didn't need a gun to kill myself, and that all of our caskets lower day by day, and I'm riding to my funeral on a white horse with a blunt and a bottle. To watch Evan Williams, John Jameson, Well Tequila, Self Doubt, Childhood Trauma, and Inaction be the six pallbearers carrying the cheapest casket my meager Estate Sale offered.
I realize how very obnoxious I am on this forum and how horrid it must be to drag through my long ass dumb posts, but this is truly the only place I can open up. When I usually open up to anyone, the way I've opened up to y'all for over a decade, I immediately ghost. I really hope I can afford therapy and medication. I'm tired of aging at a bus stop with ever changing faces, until that black bus rides up to take me to the eternal beyond, often early and for my grandfather cruelly late, but rain or shine, it seems like all I do is check my watch and talk about the weather.
I'm curious what y'all think of this song. I was taken aback when I first hard it, his voice so haunted. The acoustic with a touch of static and the way the violin just seeps into the song so effortlessly you barely even know it and the way it swells with his voice and pulls back and the song ends with just the acoustic guitar, the same way it starts. Gorgeous. Folk really has grown ever so much into something so beautiful.
The distance from the man that I am to the man I want to be
The time it takes to realize time is the distance I need
But I was born impatient
And I was born unkind
But I refuse to believe I have to be
The same person I was born when I die
'Cause change is alright
Change is alright
I'm not proud of all the choices I've made for a lot of my life
Following the shadow when I damn well know that behind me is the light
But I've lied to my mother
I made people feel like hell
But I refuse to believe I have to keep
Being cruel 'cause I'm a coward myself
And time is impatience
No, patience takes time
Excuses will only do good if you're waiting around to die
Everyone is born with self worth
How easily it turns to doubt
It takes letting go of what we know we can't live without
But the blood in the water
Is the blood of my brother
We both learned it didn't mean a thing in
The end if one was thicker than the other
And I've tried having faith
But I'll rot like a dog
'Cause I've always been scared of loving
Someone just a little bit more than I'm loved
Losing is fine
Everything is fine
Honestly no one here needs to read your posts if they don't want to, plus I personally also feel your obnoxiousness level is below average here.
Yes, there are people here on the rather boring side of things like myself, having been brought up in stable surroundings who have the kind of non-extreme life you describe. For example, I cannot imagine @Lead ever spent more than he set himself a budget for on a night out
But there are also a lot of people here who have been through substance abuse, physical abuse, psychological problems and so on who will listen, I am sure.
I try to be the rock for my wife. I believe having an anchor is quite important. Does not have to be a partner, it can also be a set of surroundings. In any case, I think you should never overestimate the influence your brain has and never underestimate the influence of the social setting. Also important with therapy. If you don't feel your therapist, if you do not trust, then that is not the right one and you need to try to look for someone else.
Based on what you said, I think (but I am biased) someone with a background in systemic or family therapy might be good. Not sure you need a cognitive-behavioral approach or the couch approach.
Key and goal of it all IMO, developing positivity and appreciation when dealing with yourself. You are important and your life is important. Even if you don't believe me there just yet. But the fact that you apologize when you open up and share your feelings and your story with us just shows me you need to learn to show yourself some love.
Kitchen psychology: you are kind and empathic when dealing with the socially weak, but when dealing with yourself, you often seem harsh. You assign blame to yourself instead of surroundings.
Basically a leftist only for others, but full Republican on yourself
You ever considered trying Renova? It's Tretinoin with an emollient base and will all but for a fact significantly reduce those visible lines and wrinkles, it's FDA approved to do so. You can also cop generic tubes of it for like $7 a pop. I'm just worried your ginger ass (not literally) would be too sensitive to handle the strength and rate of cell turnover, which could actually make things worse. There are other much pricier options though, and the where is no less critical than the what and why here because the vast majority of products are bunk.
The human peptide GHK (glycyl-l-histidyl-l-lysine) has multiple biological actions, all of which, according to our current knowledge, appear to be health positive. It stimulates blood vessel and nerve outgrowth, increases collagen, elastin, and glycosaminoglycan synthesis, as well as supports the function of dermal fibroblasts. GHK’s ability to improve tissue repair has been demonstrated for skin, lung connective tissue, boney tissue, liver, and stomach lining.
GHK has also been found to possess powerful cell protective actions, such as multiple anti-cancer activities and anti-inflammatory actions, lung protection and restoration of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) fibroblasts, suppression of molecules thought to accelerate the diseases of aging such as NFκB, anti-anxiety, anti-pain and anti-aggression activities, DNA repair, and activation of cell cleansing via the proteasome system. Recent genetic data may explain such diverse protective and healing actions of one molecule, revealing multiple biochemical pathways regulated by GHK.[1]
Up-to-date, it is established that GHK-Cu is able to:
- Tighten loose skin and reverse thinning of aged skin
- Repair protective skin barrier proteins
- Improve skin firmness, elasticity, and clarity
- Reduce fine lines, depth of wrinkles, and improve structure of aged skin
- Smooth rough skin
- Reduce photodamage, mottled hyperpigmentation, skin spots and lesions
- Improve overall skin appearance
- Stimulate wound healing
- Protect skin cells from UV radiation
- Reduce inflammation and free radical damage
- Increase hair growth and thickness, enlarge hair follicle size
Most authors would attribute effects of GHK to its ability to bind copper(II) ions. It was proposed that because of the GHK’s small size and its ability to bind copper, it can play a crucial part in copper metabolism [2]. However, since 2010, a new mechanism has started to emerge. The Broad Institute of MIT and Harvard has created the Connectivity Map—a publicly available library of transcriptional responses to known perturbagens, substances that modulate gene expression [3].
This tool allowed researchers to investigate genome-wide effects of GHK and establish that GHK-Cu is able to up- and down-regulate a significant number of human genes. Today, it has become possible to connect biological effects of GHK-Cu and its effects on gene expression, to develop a more comprehensive view on GHK’s mechanism of action [4].
^ That is the topical variation and obviously specific to skin (anti) aging. GHK also comes in a crystallized peptide form that must be reconstituted and administered through sub-q injections with an insulin syringe to grab all of the aforementioned body-wide benefits. There's also a rather potent HGH secretatgogue that would go rather well with it to maximize the natural output of your pituitary gland (no Gorilla Rogan Gut type shit), but it's "grey market" and you need a legit lab. I ain't gonna post the source for that on the main though.
BRO did you not see my posts? The Chewbacca saga has been wild.
Week ago he gutted the dude. He showed up to the scene of the crime yesterday, me and a bunch of strippers were watching trying to figure out if it was him because like... how does Chewbacca gut a motherfucker and show up a week later like nothing happened, he got arrested.
TURNS OUT, some other street performers tried to rob him of his tips and jumped him so he gutted the fuck, turned the knife and ripped, and dude fell down outside my work. That changes fucking everything.
There are two fucked up things about this. A) no one in the Quarter snitches on locals. At all, unless its a murder of another respected Quarter rat like when that poor girl was shot in the head at Clover Girl on Bourbon by her ex. We'll talk to NOPD about tourists, because fuck em that's why. NOPD almost always sides with working class locals over dickhead tourists too. If Chewie didn't show back up in his fucking costume he wouldn't have got nicked, also that dude was clutching his tummy sausages in front of tourists.
Stealing tips is a fucking no no. I've seen a bartender lead a fucking charge because a drunk tourist snatched a tip jar and she beat his ass with a fucking double sided dildo she keeps behind the bar.
Now that I know that they were cunt thieves and tried to take a Working Class Wookies money? I'm on Crackhead Chewbaccas side.
Bruh, shoplifting from a corporation is one thing, I could never personally do it because I would feel guilty but robbing someone? Nah uh, big no no. Part of my job is bringing dollar bills to the main bar, usually a grant at a time and I take the elevator to do it. So I'm standing there bored as shit in this slow ass elevator with basically naked girls, and usually annoyed. Drunk tourists at a strip club on Bourbon Street.... some are rad as fuck, some are the dumbest fucking people I've ever encountered.
Men aren't allowed on the second floor unless they're getting a private dance for about $300, get the Pres or VP suites, and those bills run about three grand. The reason we do that is because the Women's bathroom is on the second floor, and we do that because if anyone here has ever partied on Bourbon St well... you can imagine why, and a strip club ON Bourbon? It's for the safety of our female guests. I've laughed in the face of someone who wouldn't listen to those rules and I shoved him out the elevator real nice, dude cocked his fist and went to charge but a Host grabbed him. His look of surprise to anger as I waved bye like this.
Fuck a guitar gently weeping, the emotion behind a elevator slowly closing? Bruh, when drunk dudes jokingly threaten to rob me because I'm holding ten stacks? I take them jokes seriously. I'll sober a motherfucker up on the quick. I like that we don't play here. I responded to a drunk joke about robbing me when "he said " I don't see any cameras I could take that money" and I responded "There aren't any cameras here so I can stomp your fucking teeth out" God damn man, thieves are wild.
BRO did you not see my posts? The Chewbacca saga has been wild.
Week ago he gutted the dude. He showed up to the scene of the crime yesterday, me and a bunch of strippers were watching trying to figure out if it was him because like... how does Chewbacca gut a motherfucker and show up a week later like nothing happened, he got arrested.
TURNS OUT, some other street performers tried to rob him of his tips and jumped him so he gutted the fuck, turned the knife and ripped, and dude fell down outside my work. That changes fucking everything.
There are two fucked up things about this. A) no one in the Quarter snitches on locals. At all, unless its a murder of another respected Quarter rat like when that poor girl was shot in the head at Clover Girl on Bourbon by her ex. We'll talk to NOPD about tourists, because fuck em that's why. NOPD almost always sides with working class locals over dickhead tourists too. If Chewie didn't show back up in his fucking costume he wouldn't have got nicked, also that dude was clutching his tummy sausages in front of tourists.
Stealing tips is a fucking no no. I've seen a bartender lead a fucking charge because a drunk tourist snatched a tip jar and she beat his ass with a fucking double sided dildo she keeps behind the bar.
Now that I know that they were cunt thieves and tried to take a Working Class Wookies money? I'm on Crackhead Chewbaccas side.
Bruh, shoplifting from a corporation is one thing, I could never personally do it because I would feel guilty but robbing someone? Nah uh, big no no. Part of my job is bringing dollar bills to the main bar, usually a grant at a time and I take the elevator to do it. So I'm standing there bored as shit in this slow ass elevator with basically naked girls, and usually annoyed. Drunk tourists at a strip club on Bourbon Street.... some are rad as fuck, some are the dumbest fucking people I've ever encountered.
Men aren't allowed on the second floor unless they're getting a private dance for about $300, get the Pres or VP suites, and those bills run about three grand. The reason we do that is because the Women's bathroom is on the second floor, and we do that because if anyone here has ever partied on Bourbon St well... you can imagine why, and a strip club ON Bourbon? It's for the safety of our female guests. I've laughed in the face of someone who wouldn't listen to those rules and I shoved him out the elevator real nice, dude cocked his fist and went to charge but a Host grabbed him. His look of surprise to anger as I waved bye like this.
Fuck a guitar gently weeping, the emotion behind a elevator slowly closing? Bruh, when drunk dudes jokingly threaten to rob me because I'm holding ten stacks? I take them jokes seriously. I'll sober a motherfucker up on the quick. I like that we don't play here. I responded to a drunk joke about robbing me when "he said " I don't see any cameras I could take that money" and I responded "There aren't any cameras here so I can stomp your fucking teeth out" God damn man, thieves are wild.
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Mr. Man What An Ass, I Ride My Bike Fast wanted confirmation that wasn't the case before he penned his Sherotica classic.
