So yesterday night I met an American for the first time. Had the accent and everything. He was a bartender at a Wetherspoons. Dude was major on my ass about ID, so I had to show mine, and then get all my friends to come to the bar with their ID, absolute piss take. And then he asks for my credit card to prove im Who I am on my ID. Finally I got to pay for my drinks and take them. Even worse, he looked like batlord. In fact, he sounded and looked almost exactly like batlord. It was eerie. I was gunna ask him if his name was Charles.
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