Post celebration dinner, I pull up the car to the parking lot of the restaurant where we're supposed to eat. I see a man standing on the other end of the parking lot bleeding profusely from his general head area.
As I pull up, my friend who is already there runs to my window, I roll it down.
N: We're not eating here.me: Does it have to do with the bleeding gentleman behind me?N: That's part of it, but really...they don't serve booze here.
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WOW. I thought this post would be about how much fun you had. I was like, "finally someone is giving me a good reason to consider Fresno."
NOPE.
Only bad things.
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