Last night went and dun did some quick makeup shopping for costumin, then to the Nancy Whiskey Pub! The pitchers are cheap enough, and the chicken cutlet sandwich is damn near the greatest presentation of human fuel imaginable.
What is it about the Nancy, you ask, that impels such fondness? Well, there's the half-deaf bartender, whom I refer to as The Captain, with his beard and his sunglasses on 24 hours a day. There's the Moon Landing spoof newspaper cover with the headline "SO WHAT!" There's table-top shuffleboard. There's the jukebox. And finally, there's upstairs, where the ceiling is so low that its like being below deck on a ship. Y'aaaargh!
And we'll dance.
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I had my 32nd birthday party at Nancy's!
Well i've tried every other technological avenue to ge a hold of you, but to no avail. If i knew your address in BK i'd come banging at your screen door, and if my aunt had balls shed be my uncle. get back at me post haste...
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