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greatwhitenorthchick
Indeed. Many many moons ago, when I was going to a therapist, she showed up in the bar I was working and proceeded to get tipsy, and I had to serve her. It was pure coincidence - she had no idea where I worked and it was a popular place so why shouldn't she go there (she didn't need to sit at the bar though, that was weird). But still it was awful - some worlds just shouldn't collide. I did not go back to her after that.
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"So there's this drunk chick at the bar. And she's going on and on about how her job sucks...huh...whatshedo?...oh, she's a therapist...and she's ranting and raving about how she HAS TO LISTEN to all these loons day in and day out...and its driving her to drink...I know, small violin...wha?...oh, she was getting drunk and had a nice rack, so I let her rant....anyway - GET THIS, she starts talking about one of her lunatics, right...some nutjob from Canada who has these delusions of becoming a lawyer some day - meanwhile, shes banging every hockey player that passes thru town...Eh? Yeah, the hockey bear in the Labatt commerical, yeah, she fucked him too...but get this, apparently, this chick has a thing for Don Cherry....
