― elizabeth anne marjorie, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mike hanle y, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― electric sound of jim, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― petra jane, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― misterjones, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Emma, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― alext, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sean, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
So dud it's classic? It's such a cliche that if you are actually able to get the nerve up to elegantly hit on a clerk or bartender it could be classic, like a Cary Grant movie kind of classic - but only once in your life, not as a habit. I went on a few dates with customers when I bartended and they all turned out to be raving lunatics.
― fritz, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pyth, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)