A place where you can fall in love, get into a fistfight, or both--on the same night! The interior looks like Jules Verne in a fight with a pile of plywood and a bandsaw. They have decent BBQ, lots of country-flavored music, a patio and a bar for your insatiable thirst. Easy stumbling distance to the Max. Friendly bartenders and the kind of good times that can only be had in the anterior recesses of North Portland.
Shoot him again. His soul is still dancing.
What in Blazes!?
By all rights this "talk" ought to transpire at a crossroads.
Horrible dead canary. O! You know the shit is bad when Paul Krugman is throwing his hands in the air: http://krugman.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/1…
Soon, all our music will come from rubberband-endowed cigar boxes plucked next to barrel fires.
Q: How do you "sexually groom" a seventeen year-old?
A: Part them in the middle!
Ba Dum Dum!
Thanks folks! Come back for the 6:30 show! I'll be here all week!
I love the Thermals, but this is rather samey.
Sipping 10 year old single malt irish whiskey.