But he still loves me!
Skippy writes about this new practice of cracking down on drunkeness at bars in the Lone Star state.
Yes, ladies and gentleman. Not only is it wrong to smoke in bars but now it's wrong to get drunk in them.
Why the fuck would I go to a bar if I can't smoke and get unimaginably plastered?
What good is even going to a bar, then? Why not just stay home and suck on Boones Farm you bought at the local Kroger at 6 for a $1?
At least in a bar, I'm reasonably sure I'll keep my panties on and I won't have to clean up my own vomit.