As you know, I'm not a smiler. Smiling is for sissies. Anyway, the day before we left for vacation, I stopped at my neighborhood pub to quaff a few, because I don't think they have bars where we were heading. I walked into the pub during happy hour, and was promptly escorted out.
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It always amazes me to discover that these "Happy Hour" promotions are often more than one hour in duration. I mean, do they expect me not to notice? To walk by and ignore such a blatant lie? Of course, maybe the inside of the bar is travelling close to the speed of light, so an hour inside is more than one outside. I didn't do so well in Physics.
It's a sad day when you're disqualified from happy hour!
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