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Oh no, no more Beefeater. Just another night with Trevor Easter. I throw my hands in the
air and yell "drink English gin", I really want but my wallet wins. Round after round
after round after round of shots. Oh I'm drunk as a skunk cuz I crunk like a monk a lot.
Pretty sure Pour Vous' a bad idea, *** gets weird every time. Biggsy's got a table with
a new Grey Goose flavor, yay for ***/soda and lime but I know that he'll pay. Absolut
Elit....Absoult Elyx is the life to be living. Look out Joey you've got competition. Round
after round after round after round of gin. Oh, Simon or Aidan or Brooke, who will win?
Pretty sure Bagatelle's a bad call. Zach's got his sombrero on. Laybacks of DA, he's
got Blurred Lines on play, now he's on the bar with Guillaume but I know that they'll
pay. Oooooh oooooh why is the Ocho gone? Oooooh ooooooh, cause Straus already came along.
Combier has gone away cause no one's quite as hot as Lindsey Nader and Disarono's back
on top cause Sil has got those - smiles? You can't escape her. Pretty sure Eveleigh's the
next stop - Yael's there guest bartending tonight. J-ello shots for all, she's pouring
fireball - unofficial ambassador for life maybe one they'll pay, they'll pay. We all
want them to pay. Oooooh.