The recently rennovated bar felt that adding books would increase their college-aged patronage. And the books were available for burning to help increase the number of neo-nazi customers.
Billy & Alex: Separated at birth....by hundrends of miles....and different parents....and different names.
Dawn: ...and it was shaped like a hook. Can you believe that? Crazy huh. Oh. Don't look now, but I think he's coming this way. Just don't stare at his crotch ok?
Jen: Oh Alex! *laughs*
That "milking the cow but it was really a bull" story never gets old.
Jess: Wait...I came here with you? If you say so. Wait wait wait, I can see thru your ear to the other side. Wowww. That's far out.
This particular bar had a computer generated woman dancing on their tv screens.
Her virtual nature was a bit embarassing to Paka after he had earlier exclaimed that he was pretty sure he'd dated "that chick" before.
It's rare that this many people are smiling in one my pictures. Even rarer that they're all women. So let me savor this for a bit ok.
Alex: It's ok...I have another one. Redundancy ya know. Owey.
Lora became a little disconcerted when she was the only one dancing to the 'furries are your friend' club remix.
Billy, having seen the opening rave sequence to the movie Blade, knew what this was. We had to get out, and we had to get out now.