Gentlemen are dead [MF]

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It was just an usual cold and typical friday evening in which me and my two best buddies went to our favorite bar to drink some beer and play some darts. Around just the same few old creeps of always who almost lived in the bar, showered in beer and cried about their past. I was not in the best mood since that sames’ weeks’ monday I had gone through a hard break up. Throwing big words around about how gentlemen, like me, just get used like toys and how I would from now on become a fuckboy and bang the first sexy chick to enter the bar.