My fellow alcoholics, tonight I want to begin by congratulating the men and women that continue to show up at Summers despite the presence of Mya and her shitty customer service and despite the fact that Joe still owns the joint and he seems to be content to run it into the fucking ground.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.
And as I mark this occassion, I also want to be mindful of the empty stool in this bar as we pray for the health of our fellow drinkers -- but not people that we would call our friends - who may or may not be with us any longer, Donnie, Michael Fazio, Frankenbrian, Professor Ascot, I could go on forever.
Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much.
It has been no secret that the discussions at the bar over the last year year have been contentious. Some supercilious Canadians have fought fiercely for their beliefs. And that's haunting. But that's what a good bar crowd demands.
And that's what helps set Summers apart.
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