So I’m in training and following Hip-Hop and we get sat. A group of five ghetto-fab friends who all want to get crunk. We could tell this was going to be a good table when they asked us not to card them for their drinks… Ya sure. Unfortunately, we like having an income. The proceed to order drinks around the table and all have legit i.d.’s except for the only guy in the group. He says, “Man, I forgot my i.d. but I can tell you my birthday. I was born in ‘86.” Freakin idiot. After the legal ones have had a few drinks, we noticed one of our ghetto-fab girls ordering a double shot of Patron at the bar. Funny how that’s EXACTLY what No I.D. was ordering earlier, and Ms. Sneaky already told us that she hates Patron. She takes it back to the table as Hip-Hop and I walk back to the kitchen. When I peek back out I see No I.D. pour himself a double Patron and Sprite. I call for Manager J The Bearded and he goes over to the table to check the drink. When smelling the drink, Manager J The Bearded almost got drunk himself! He takes the drinks away and I go up to the table to see if they need anything else. Ghetto Girl #1 then makes this unforgettable comment…

“You don’t need to be a snitch like your boy Hip-Hop, cuz Bitches hate Snitches.”

Exactly like that. Word for fucking word.

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