why is it that, in a bar stock full of pacifists, people find the need to be hostile and aggressive? all of this pent-up aggression... what happened to doing things like jogging [or yogging... i'm not sure if the 'j' is soft or not...], meditating, boxing, what-have-you to get all of that bottled up hostility out? and it's even more offensive when said aggression-venter has an accent like boonhower on king of the hill and a mullet...
but i digress...
the aforementioned pacifists were extraordinarily entertaining at jr's last night... belting out-of-tune and off-time renditions of 'we're all members of a fucked up world' [by the killers, i think] at the tops of their lungs and shakin' some booty to the wonderful tunes from the jukebox... and lighting things on fire in ashtrays... ahhhh... ain't life just grand, though, when you can bear witness to twenty- and thirty-somethings acting like really happy children?
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