Southside


Barry’s Pub, South Side. Saturday Night.
Two drunk 20-something Italian Stallions with big gold chains sit at the bar:

Italian Stallion: Wow, man. These texts that I send? They should be published in the New Yorker, or some shit like that!
[...]
Italian Stallion:[sadly] …Yeah…except I never finish them.
[Italian Stallion proceeds to show a woman he doesn't know an incoherent text to a girl he is trying to “let down easy.”]

— Overheard by Rachel

Outside Retro Burger King, Southside:

Cool Dude: He’s everything you could ever want in a bass player, except his bass playing skills.
— Overheard by shadow

Giant Eagle, Southside.
Two men are browsing the BOGO Value Pack bottom-round steaks:

Man #1: Hell yeah! The meat is Angus certified!
Man #2: Who’s Angus?

— Overheard by Don’t Worry, Someone Had To Tell Me What “Deportment” Meant An Hour Later.

East Carson St, Southside:

Hipster #1: There’s this chick who works at the coffee shop; she’s totally your weird type.
Hipster #2: You mean short, thin and fucked-up?
Hipster #1: Yeah, and she looks like Tank Girl: Her whole head is shaved except for her bangs.
Hipster #2: Wow, I already want to have her little ironic babies.

— Overheard by TheConnor

East Carson Street, Southside. Steelers Game Night.
A Drunk Guy, beer in hand, leans out of an SUV’s backseat window to hit on the only three women in the street not in Steelers jerseys:

Drunk Guy: HEYYY LADIES. I’m from Missouri.

Dance Floor, Lava Lounge, Southside:
Blonde Chick to Jeans Guy: Well, my ex-boyfriend is smaller than you, and he could do it.

— Overheard by Wendy D.

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