I live next door to a bar & these are parts of convos I hear through my window. It’s like Rear Window, but with more loud drunk people... and less murder.
Small car pulls up in front of the bar and spends 5 minutes attempting to parallel park with music loudishly playing with windows down.
Dude finally parks and buddy gets out followed by not 1 or 2 or 3 girls, but 4, climbing out of the tiny back seat. Color me impressed.
@subzerofun This account is run by an independent consortium of concerned squirrels (ICCOS) who only post these things to highlight the dangers of talking loudly in public.
In tonight’s episode of DrunkBro’s acting the fool: DrunkBro trio singing ‘Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog’, with surprisingly good harmonies.
And awkward sexual tension when short DrunkBro got weirdly close to tall DrunkBro’s face.
But, you go DrunkBros.
You go.
#thebarnextdoor
DrunkGirl yelling at bf pt2:
‘I’m gonna get my wax done tomorrow and I was going to surprise you, but you’re acting like a god damn dick!... do you want to see me or not?!’
To the people that leave their dog, barking it’s head off, tied up outside the bar while they’re inside drinking: I dont blame your dog, I blame you and your shitty pet parenting. You’re a fucking asshole. It’s 10pm and your dog has been barking for an hour. 🖕🏽 #thebarnextdoor
DrunkGirl: I just want food, can’t we go to Pub on Penn?
Drunkbro: no, I can’t go back there. I used to work there and I really fucked up.
DrunkGirl yelling down the block to rest of the group: HE CANT GO THERE HE GOT 86’ED!
Drunkbro: don’t yell that!
#drunkgirl#thebarnextdoor
So if DrunkBro loudly and repeatedly reads off his credit card number (including expiration date) ordering sesame chicken, how bad is it to place an order for myself? Like on a scale of parking ticket to Alabama Senators? Asking for a friend.
#drunkbro#thebarnextdoor
DrunkBro1: We’re gonna see her again Saturday dude!
DrunkBro2: Fuck that! I don’t have a job man....
DB1: Dude dude, she literally winked at me while she was talking to you man!
DB2: Fuck that shit man...
#drunkbros#thebarnextdoor
For a minute I thought it was karaoke night at The Bar, and then I realized it was just drunk-girls-badly-singing-off-key-to-whatever-is-playing-night. So, you know, normal Sunday. #DrunkGirl#tonedeaf
DrunkGirl: Bitch, I blocked him on Facebook, I blocked his phone number, and he goes and finds me on Instagram. And he’s all like ‘what 30’s too old for you?’ I mean, how desperate do you have to be to stalk someone through Instagram?!
The rapidity (& volume) at which DrunkAlex’s conversation topics change is truly astounding. From the merits of Snooze vs Jelly into a discussion about the number of cigarettes she smokes a day in less than 10 seconds. Mind boggling. #thebarnextdoor#drunkAlex
That blessed time of year when the air gets warmer, the days get longer, and the drunks start to spend more time outside the bar smoking. Like the swallows of Capistrano, so to do the loud-talking idiots return to our humble neighborhood. Happy spring everyone. #thebarnextdoor
DrunkBro: man, I discovered Wax Trax earlier today, and they’re like a legit album store. I’m totally going back.
And yet some how they’ve managed to stay open for 40 years without your Sherpa-lined bomer-jacket self ‘discovering’ them. 🙄 #drunkbro#hipstersdiscoveringthings
DrunkBro1: [singing at the top of his voice as he exits the bar]
DrunkBro2: Settle dude.... damn though, you have a sick ass voice.
DrunkBro1: [croons quietly to DrunkBro2]
I think I overheard a budding bromance! <3
#thebarnextdoor#drunkbros#bromance
Picture this: middle of winter. My windows are closed. And what should I hear, but a voice, echoing between the buildings, through my closed windows. Who could it be?? #DrunkAlex!! Hooray for some midwinter entertainment!