Damn Zealous Nazi Bastards.
Years ago, there used to be a very special race up at Penn State during Greek Week. It was called the Phi Psi 500... it was a race that included stops at 6 bars between the start & finish lines, at you had to chug a drink at each bar (your choice, beer or Coke. You can guess what most people picked). The race as I knew it is long gone, but never mind that...
The Penn State ARC was often asked to provide communications between start/finish and the bars. Yes, there were problems with drunks, and the crowd, and so forth. Anyway, this one year, I'm stationed in a dive of a bar called the Rathskelller. The bouncers were carding everyone who walked in, and yes, the Pa LCB had agents present, so they dared not screw around. And this I witnessed:
Some wise-ass alumni, with his spouse or SO, clearly in his late 40's or early 50's, wise cracks to one of the bouncers "you don't have to card me, not with all this grey hair, hah hah." [Remember: this is IN FRONT of a state liquor control board officer, who could fine the bar on the spot... or shut them down.] Bouncer politely but firmly says "I'm sorry sir, today we are carding everyone, no exceptions, as per state regulations. ID please?"
The wise ass didn't have his wallet. He wasn't allowed in. (His companion was... with a big smirk on her face)
Last I saw of him, he was outside, talking emphatically with the bouncer... and a State College cop... who was reading him the riot act for being a smart ass.
So yes, I can believe that Grannie didn't get her booze if she didn't have ID on her.
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BAN THE DH!
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Teslacle's Deviant to Fudd's Law: It goes in, it must go out.
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Flamboyant booze selling twit
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First misread it as "limped twatted" which would be the gender equal to "limped dicked" so a chuckle was had. Upon futher research urban dictionary claims twatted is very drunk and other reference to twatted as the past tense of tweeting.
Then I actually confimed "twattled" as written on second/third pass and a chuckle was had again.
Senior moments/General retardness is turning out to be a growth sector here.
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