ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY? SO, ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY ANNIE? ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY? SO, ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY ANN–
No I’m not guy I just got hit with a mic stand hand me that chair buddy over here’s about to get it.
As preposterous as this move might’ve looked I can actually relate to it on a certain level. No, I’ve never been in the middle of a Parliamentary brawl. But I’ve bartended at a crowded bar. And, as I’d imagine is case in a Parliamentary brawl, you’re very keenly aware of everything working a crowded bar. This guy is there, girl looking for a drink there, dudes waiving behind you, haven’t been towards this area yet, bar is wet over by where those girls took shots. All of that, yeah. But you’re also aware of the fact that you’re moving all over the place. You want to look like you’re hustling, but you also want to look smooth doing it. And any chance I have to look smooth in the midst of chaos, I take it. Whip around the corner. Anticipate drinks. Slide a glass down the bar like I’m Sam Malone. Doing so discreetly so as not trying to look smooth – but rather just be it.
My man didn’t even try to disguise it here. He just sent it. Knocked bandana man off the table and fidget spun himself around with the quickness. This is my Parliament, buddy. You already know what tf is going on here. You’ve been hit by… You’ve been struck by… a smooth criminal.