After work today, recurring Propeller Skies character Big A and I made the mistake of heading over to Sweetwater Brewery for happy hour. The first problem was the lack of fucking parking. The second problem was the ass-farming cocksuckers at the gate told us they were at capacity and unable to let anyone else in. At capacity, my motherfucking ass. Right in front of our fucking faces was a gigantic open swath of parking lot, which could easily accomodate another two hundred people. Apparently the retarded tree hugging hippie douchebags at Sweetwater are blind.

This event was total fucking unadulterated bullshit. In case it was unclear from the preceding paragraph, I do not recommend this event. And anyone from Sweetwater who reads this can eat a dick.