The Intermittent Poster

You know, it's that guy you see wander into the bar like once every few months. He looks around, orders a cheap beer, sometimes he'll see a regular he once talked to a year ago, nods his head at people he thinks he recognizes, finishes his beer, because after all, he doesn't really drink, takes a leak, washes his hands in the bathroom, mildly disgusted at the guy next to him who doesn't, takes a look at the condom machine from the 50's that asks for 75 cents for a glow-in-the-dark-radiate-her-vagina-with-deadly-chemicals condom, laughs to himself then leaves the bar. Well here's to the intermittent poster, namely me.

Rating: Glow-in-the-dark condom%