Meet You at the Bar, The Anal Bar
Sure the place smells like shit, but the serve some stiff drinks. At the Anal Bar, everyone knows your name, and what you ate last. Their only rule is no fisting, I mean, fist fighting.
Sure the place smells like shit, but the serve some stiff drinks. At the Anal Bar, everyone knows your name, and what you ate last. Their only rule is no fisting, I mean, fist fighting.
2indastink's favorite hangout--where everyone knows his name.
What a crock of shit.
The king says: Crazy shit's version of the batcave