| eDave |
08-06-2021 04:21 AM |
So I meet these people tonight and they drag me to some Scottsdale space called Rock Bar. I'm like, OK. I've heard about that place.
This mother****ing place was right around the corner and it's a total Chiefs joint with front doors welcoming Chiefs fans and the walls are all Chiefs shit. No ****ing shit. The doors going in are all red with huge print welcoming Chiefs fans. I was all like, WTF?, sweetness. I'm going to make lots of friends here.
I'll post pics later but it's a total Chiefs joint. The whole vibes is this. I mean Chiefs shit everywhere. Every where. And the bar babes are babes, in Chiefs T-shirts and shit, and have never heard of Gladstone.
You wanna catch me out on gameday? I'll be at Rock Bar in Scottsdale if I'm not at home. I've already established this group as one requiring the best table and screen and have been assured my wishes will be respected because I gave them $100 just because we will be there so make us right. Because I'm me in this town, well known, and well loved because I'm cool, and just give away C-notes when appropriate. Hell man, I might buy the place.
So don't bother arranging things with your where do you wanna meet? Can so and so make it? yada yada yada. What ev and **** that. Don't bother concerning yourself if the glue of the popsickel house will be with you. Be with me instead at Rock Bar.
You can do whatever thing you want on game day at a lessor experience. OR, you can join me any given Chiefs game at.... You know.... Rock Bar, Scottsdale. Tell them you are with me and your world just got rocked.
I hope to see some of you. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't involve me in any way. Just come to Rock Bar. Or ****ing don't, for all I care. Bring your love, or don't. If not, **** off and leave your ass at home.
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