I was on my way home from work and I decided that after spending the last hour listening to the Pogues it would only make sense to get some breakfast at the bar, especially since I saw some of my coworkers walking in as I drove by. Sadly, when I explained to them why I showed up (I never go for kegs n eggs anymore) for the first time since any of those fuckers got hired that well, the ghost of the not actually dead Shane MacGowan told me to, none of them knew what the hell I was talking about.
I never remember what the chocolate coffee flavored shot of thing is, but someone bought that (someone always does) and we drank to me not mowing my lawn this morning. It's raining anyway.