I did a show last weekend put on by my buddy Matt Horn. The bar was a nice little place and the staff was very cool. The owner showed us the stage, which had hanging chains all around, ala a sex dungeon. Not that I know anything about that. He then exclaimed, “I should probably mop up the floor!” He ran to the back and grabbed a mop. As he cleaned up, he said, “We had some girls in here last night wrestling in whipped cream. It’s a little sticky.” I was torn between being turned on and vomiting, but it was quite the interesting statement.
These fine patriots allowed smoking in the bar, which is very nostalgic and flips off the do-gooders in our society, which I like. The drawback is that holy shit, do you stink when you leave. Kinda forgot about that part. I’m pretty convinced also that hangovers are worse when breathing smoke all night. I’m sure it could be proved, if any scientists wanted to waste money trying to prove it.