That dumbass looks old enough to be able to figure out what went wrong, and I guarantee he knows better. I agree with you Thrillhouse. Who the fuck goes to Chili’s to drink beer? Margaritas aren’t that great, either…I don’t like them when they’re made right, let alone the shit job bartenders do at a cookie-cutter mall parking lot type restaurant.
You want beer and cheap appetizers? Go to a fuckin’ pub like a big boy! and quit crying about how you supposedly got food poisoning from cheese sticks! At least he didn’t go back and complain to the manager about it because I imagine anyone with common sense would have laughed his ass right back out the door and tell him to clean his own filthy fucking couch. I know I would have.
Though, as sad as this may sound, realistically, restaurants in that category are so used to dealing with assholes like him. They’re all so afraid of conflict they’d probably comp him a free meal and give him a gift card or something because he claims he had a bad experience and they’d just want him to go away. (or come back and spend more money.
That’ s it?
EAT MY SHIT
Always blame it on the last thing you ate, Mike. That way, you never realize that you simply can’t hold your alcohol.
I usually hold my alcohol in a mug, or shot glass, or whatever. Just flip the couch cushions over mike, the couch will be good as new.
Who goes to chilis to get loaded? Gotta be a cheaper place somewhere.
Fuck you Mike! Light weight.
This guy is obviously fucking around.
In a sense, they are a bit to blame. The bar should have cut him off. Then again, it’s not their fault Mike’s a big pussy.
I’m sure all his hick friends thought this was hilarious
That dumbass looks old enough to be able to figure out what went wrong, and I guarantee he knows better. I agree with you Thrillhouse. Who the fuck goes to Chili’s to drink beer? Margaritas aren’t that great, either…I don’t like them when they’re made right, let alone the shit job bartenders do at a cookie-cutter mall parking lot type restaurant.
You want beer and cheap appetizers? Go to a fuckin’ pub like a big boy! and quit crying about how you supposedly got food poisoning from cheese sticks! At least he didn’t go back and complain to the manager about it because I imagine anyone with common sense would have laughed his ass right back out the door and tell him to clean his own filthy fucking couch. I know I would have.
Though, as sad as this may sound, realistically, restaurants in that category are so used to dealing with assholes like him. They’re all so afraid of conflict they’d probably comp him a free meal and give him a gift card or something because he claims he had a bad experience and they’d just want him to go away. (or come back and spend more money.
Too drunk to make it to the bathroom dumbass? As sick as I’ve been with real food poisoning, I’ve never puked anywhere but in the toilet.
^you think you’re so perfect.