Man this s*** is a bop, S riding around like a cop, Sixers sweeping the game need a mop, come after me you getting your s*** popped

Oh you got a girl??

Wonder if I f***ed

nah shes not from bloom and even then i dont care ab her shes just “my girl” so i have consistent s***whenever i want been f***ing other girls the whole time

u can f*** if u want tho 💯💯

Uhh yeah that’s what I meant!

this edit killing me lmao

next level

Waffles has been extra weird lately

The out of focus confetti an amazing touch

I’ve been f***ing this 23 year old.

Wonder if we sharing spit

Real af

I’m in shambles bro

dudes sick in the head

Her name start with a T?

lmao post the review

god damn son

You not a real demon bro?

nah lol a i :word:

me and u have probably f***ed the same b**** before i feel especially if uve f***ed any sorority girls

funniest part is whoever made it made it during his first stint as a knick cause he's wearing 25

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Wildest thing about this review is that this is from 8 years ago, well before moving to Chicago or being married

tbf they were saying it was us and the warriors

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I’m 28

I ain’t f***ing sorority girls bro lol

A little while ago I was really down on myself and depressed over losing a long time lover and long time job over an incident at a nearby applebees. I was really hoping for something to lift my spirits so I left Chicago and went back to my hometown in Milwaukee County, Wisconsin.

One day I was scouring the streets of Hales Corners for any sort of motivation or keys for where my life will lead me next when I stumbled upon a real mysterious and musty looking house that had the name "annie's place" on a sign. I was pretty sure this was one of those psychic houses so I decided to step inside.

When I walked in there were really creepy dolls hanging from the ceiling, an old lady sitting down and dogs running around, so I was still convinced that was an old cook's psychic house. Then I saw the taps on the counter and realized that this was some guy's sick joke of a bar. I asked myself, what sane man would walk into a bar with dogs running around and creepy dolls everywhere? Don't we go to the bar to get AWAY from our wife's terrible decisions?

So I sat down and asked the bartender if this was really a bar or if the 3 taps labeled with terrible beer were just props to help give off some sort of psychic energy. The bartender, already drunk as hell at 9pm(probably the only way he can stand it) looks at me funny and says that it is a bar and almost trips and falls.

I look around the bar and see a few old people, a 20 something guy stumbling around and trying to talk to women, and two guys playing pool. I look behind me a bit and see a cramped game room with a hopeless middle aged man playing penny slots and looking like he's secretly hoping the machine falls on him so he can end his misery. There's a dart board back there too but that thing hasn't gotten used in years. There's a sink in the middle of the bar so I go to check the bathroom out because that is odd to me. It is literally a hole in the wall with a toilet and an urinal right next to each other, making the bathroom utterly useless, like this entire place.

At this point, I honestly thought I killed myself last night and forgot about it and was in hell and awaiting the devil's punishment. This place is not what God intended when he created well...anything. This place goes against all morals and everything of what a bar is supposed to be and it honestly made me feel like less of a man just stepping foot in there.

So I use the bathroom then think, what the heck, I'm in hell, might as well have a drink right? So I go up to the stumbling bartender and ask what the drink prices are. He says, 5 dollar pitchers and 2.50 mixed drinks.I'm like alright, at least they are cheap. I order a pitcher of miller lite and start drinking it. This 50 year old lady with bad teeth and clothes from the 80's tries talking to me while the soul crushing sounds of mainstream country music blare out the speakers. I cough profusely to get rid of the lady trying to talk to me and finish my pitcher in 5 minutes and dart out of there before I end up killing myself. And no, I did not tip, I don't think the bartender was even coherent enough to think about a tip anyway.

I walked outside, briefly thought about the moment I just experienced and continued on my self realization journey. Only by God's will though, this place literally killed any motivation I had to live, breathe, eat, sleep, anything. The fact that a real human man, like me, created such a grotesque and hell like place almost made me jump in front of oncoming traffic right there. Long story short though, I did end up making it back to good health, mentally and physically, but hell on earth, aka annie's place, almost ended it for me.

In short, this place is not only the worst bar in the world, it is by far the worst place on the entire planet and should be demolished for completely b******izing and destroying what a bar should be. Bars are supposed to be a man's haven from their wife/life in general or a woman's haven from their husband/life in general. This place just makes you realize how far you've fallen in life when you're sitting on the cold hard chairs and dodging out of the way of the malnourished dogs, at annie's place. Lord help us.

nothing like some brisket slathered in bbq sauce