In The Hole there is entertainment to take away the knowledge that you are all a bunch of fuck ups... Stevie Ray Vaughan - Voodoo Child (One Night In Texas) https://youtu.be/uVI7I-WDGx4
Found myself in the Matrix and took the red pill. Now I want the blue pill and my bottle and leave me alone.
Shexxy ladies, nothing wrong with the lovelies, and talented as well.
But you've stepped into the Hole! Run!
There are many good places to participate with your finds, simply explore. You've even created one on the Pub page, and found kind souls who participated. Very good there, that.
But this is The Hole, and this is the worst, and most fun ugly party of the pub these days.
Sorry folks, but The Hole will be closed for the rest of the week for much-needed maintenance and cleaning due to this past weekend's Birthday Bash Celebration in honor of FKR, Badfellow, Oettinger, and Thirsty Drunk.
Unfortunately, someone broke both of the barstools and all three of our cocktail glasses. To make matters worse, one of the honorees repainted the walls and ceiling with a green and brown coating material, which we later found to be Owl feces.
The indoor/outdoor carpeting next to the giant wooden cable spool was ruined by a friend of one of the guests when she squated and peed during her karaoke rendition of Proud Mary.
We also found a pair of piss-stained leather pants stuffed in the motor of the ice machine.
Management is offering a reward for the return of the 600 pound taxidermied Dolphin that went missing during the party. This has sentimental value, so we are begging for it's safe return.
Also, we understand the need for celebration, and even understand that people like to take souvenirs, or momentos. But we really need our bar returned. No questions asked. We suspect that whoever took it is also responsible for taking the cash register, TV, window, door, and three cases of PBR.
Thank you for leaving the bottle of Drambui and the lid for the blender.
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Owl feces. It's all starting to come back to me now. And those are MY pissed stained leather pants. I want em back.
In the meantime folks, please enjoy the most unwanted musical stylings of Komar & Melamid while you wait for your brain to hemorrhage.
And remember... Shit Talkers Bar & Grill is ALWAYS open! And we accept virtually any method of payment including EBT, psyche meds, pork rinds, Reichsmarks, lap dances and 600 lbs. wall mounted dolphins.
Have you seen my pal Foot Foot? And can you guess which one of the three Shaggs sisters Dear Booze did NOT put the stink finger to in parochial school?