Ten rug galleries and not a single bar downtown?
What kind of god-forsaken place was that, anyway?
It fit well with the evening of bad directions, horrifically tiny parking spaces and coma-inducing dinner company.
quote of the night:
"You'd better slap a muzzle on that scaled down piece of evil."
What kind of god-forsaken place was that, anyway?
It fit well with the evening of bad directions, horrifically tiny parking spaces and coma-inducing dinner company.
quote of the night:
"You'd better slap a muzzle on that scaled down piece of evil."
One of the many wonders of O-town is the plentiful dive bars. You really know it's going downhill when a "back care" store pops up .