Virtual Flaneurism

My roommates' favorite bar in D.C. Adams Mill suddenly closed up shop this past Sunday, and the Dupont yipsters are up in arms. Bitter, some pathetically sober member of the district boozegeoisie with a bootleg version of Final Cut took an afternoon off from his job picking up mocha lattes and giving reach-arounds to Rosa Delauro's voting bloc to crap life into the below long-dead meme. Pause and bear witness to Hitler's hipster tantrum after learning that he must now troll for nineteen year old AU drop-out poon at Sign of the Whale.

WARNING: Probably incredibly unfunny if you're not from D.C./not a drinker/a particularly sensitive Jew.