Pot Pie - a short prose

Pot and pie?
Come on now, write a REAL blog post!

NO!
I'm BUSY!
Well, then at least pretend to write a real blog post...
 ..Alright, FINE!
Poop-salad McGragor walked into a bar.
...
Aren't you going to ask why?
Why?
To get to the other side.
No, that's the chicken crossing the road!
Well who the fuck can keep these things straight these days, with the internet and all...

Ok, Poop-salad McGragor walked into the bar.
He turned to the bartender and yelled, "GIN TONIC!" slamming his hand down on the bar.
The bartender raised an eyebrow.
"Fuck NO," he said.
Poop-salad McGragor gave a baffled look, shaking his toothless yokel jowles.
"I said GIN TONIC," he yelled again.
The bartender pushed a button opening a trapped door under his seat.
"AAAaaaaaa~" he fell to his death.

A young woman walked into the bar.
She sat down in the next stool.
"Gin Tonic," she said, jiggling her boobs gently.
"Yes ma'am!"

~based on an untrue story~

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