Last weekend I went to one of the only remaining dive bars in Federal Hill, Mum’s, and watched some sort of folksy bluegrass band play. The lead guitarist was pretty amazing I have to say, for what it’s worth. But none of this is important. What IS important is that on the way out, there was this random cat sitting on a bar stool with a Natty Boh in front of it, chillaxin the night away. Bar kitty pretty much rules.
I can haz beirz?
Is there a principle for translating into lolspeak?
yeah, don’t do it.
ok