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Do any of you still get asked for ID? (pg. 4)
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| srussell0018 |
| Getting all those grotesque moles removed shouldn't be a big deal either. I'm sure there's a ton of good dermatologists in the Toronto area. |
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| Vivid Boy |
| quote: | Originally posted by srussell0018
http://www.bosley.com/
Free $250 gift certificate bro you should totally do it. |
maybe I can just take the your leftover Labia from your labiaplasty and sew into a sailor hat to cover my bald spot
kill 2 birds at once. |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by srussell0018
Getting all those grotesque moles removed shouldn't be a big deal either. I'm sure there's a ton of good dermatologists in the Toronto area. |
Go on and try not to insult me - because you know, you don't care about anything I say to you at all. Ass tampon. ;) |
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| Lews |
| quote: | Originally posted by SYSTEM-J
Perpetual stubble-beard means no, almost never. On the last occasion I got ID'd, I didn't have any on me and the guy let me in anyway. |
Was that that night down in Brighton? That was an odd one.
I'd say I get ID-ed about a third of the time. As a raging alcoholic who mostly goes to classy places, a decent portion of the good bartenders in this city recognize me. Mostly just get ID-ed when I go into a club / packed place with bouncers, though it happens occasionally at random bars.
I know I shouldn't get mad, since I'm only 22, but for some reason it always irritates me. The worst is when I go to one of my regular bars, but I sit at a table and they have a new waitress and she doesn't know who I am. For some reason I didn't have my ID on me at my most-visited bar a couple weeks ago and the bartender had already brought me my usual concoction while I was trying to explain to the waitress to ask the bartender to come over and visually ID me. She started yelling at him about how could he really know who I was. Never saw her working there again :stongue: |
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| Sleightful |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ted Promo
I REMEMBER THE LAST TIME THAT JENNYPIE WAS YOUNG. IT WAS ALWAYS. AND IT WAS GOOD. |
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| SYSTEM-J |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lews
Was that that night down in Brighton? That was an odd one. |
Yeah, it was. Has happened to me before though. That was some ty chain-bar if I recall, where they just ID everyone in a group once they've ID'd one person. Usually though, they'll just let me in anyway because I'm blatantly not 17. |
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| Pantone199c |
| I take getting carded as a good thing. No one ever believes I'm 29, I remember seeing some guys in college that looked like they were 40 and they weren't even 20. Much rather look young than an old man about to die. |
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| OrangestO |
I always approach the register with my ID ready whenever I'm using it to purchase something that needs it. It's become habitual.
I still can't grow facial hair worth a , though, which probably contributes to me looking younger than I am. I don't mind it, other than wishing I could sometimes grow a beard. |
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| Dykes_on_Jay |
| it's called travelling. i hope you get asked for ID. ing podunck canucks. |
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| itsamemario |
| quote: | Originally posted by Pantone199c
I take getting carded as a good thing. No one ever believes I'm 29, I remember seeing some guys in college that looked like they were 40 and they weren't even 20. |
They were undercover cops, you dumbass. |
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| Looney4Clooney |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lews
Was that that night down in Brighton? That was an odd one.
I'd say I get ID-ed about a third of the time. As a raging alcoholic who mostly goes to classy places, a decent portion of the good bartenders in this city recognize me. Mostly just get ID-ed when I go into a club / packed place with bouncers, though it happens occasionally at random bars.
I know I shouldn't get mad, since I'm only 22, but for some reason it always irritates me. The worst is when I go to one of my regular bars, but I sit at a table and they have a new waitress and she doesn't know who I am. For some reason I didn't have my ID on me at my most-visited bar a couple weeks ago and the bartender had already brought me my usual concoction while I was trying to explain to the waitress to ask the bartender to come over and visually ID me. She started yelling at him about how could he really know who I was. Never saw her working there again :stongue: |
damn son
friends in high places
I bet you get an extra lime wedge at some point |
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