So my buddies and I are all sitting at our regular haunt watching the Indians game. Our regular bartender, who is a pretty attractive, tattooed, mid 20's girl is shooting the shit with us because it's kind of a slow day.
Guy walks in by himself and sits at the other side of the bar. Super lanky, long greasy red hair, bad skin, some kind of cartoon t-shirt. He orders a pizza and has a few beers and doesn't interact with anyone. He gets up and leaves after about 40 minutes. Our bartender comes over a minute later with this napkin he left under his receipt and says "Does anyone know what the fuck this means?"
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Writing shitty poetry and leaving it for a girl without saying anything is something I stopped doing after 6th grade. He had to also tell her "He is going to come back in eventually so uh, be prepared for that."
"Also, you should totally dump your boyfriend and fuck this guy's brains out."