Lunchtime brogging

I just love it when the hipster douches behind the registers at Fellini’s think that they’re doing me such a service, taking my order with typical condescending sneers, and no response to my genuine “how are yous?”  Life is so hard when skinny jeans are choking your nuts, and being unable/so anti-establishment that your beard grows as rampantly as Matisyahu, I guess.

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