1 /5
Rating
★
So I wanted a hot Irish coffin with an unknown. Are you calling a pub? Without Irish coffees. Go to turn off my music on my phone. Fold my umbrella at the door, leave it at the door. Turn around and go to the bar and the rude guy at the bar says you need to check your little backpack. Do you check women in their pockets that are bigger than my backpack? This has my wallet, my diabetic medicines. Now remember the night before I stopped spending there 40 minutes had a drink played some golf all the time had my backpack on my people. I've never seen such a disregard go into a pub. My online viewers on online stream platforms are notified. And this guy I said you must be the owner, thank God you hired people to run your branch because you just lost and I will. Be sure to talk about my feeds. There is always a first for restlessness. And the night before I have never seen eating served pictures can fool. STATE AWAY