HAahahahah! It would be such a disaster!!

That dude with the glasses came in again. I asked if he had tried quince beer and he acted all odd. As if I was going to slap him with my penis. Pfft. He should be so lucky.

Anyway, he acts like he doesn't understand english but eventually he bought some beer and left. Fuck, I mean why must it be such an ordeal?

And why does he stare at my beard like that?