Weekend Open Bar: All She Needed Was Some


Holy fucking shit hanging off the cliff-nipple of a monstrous, three-headed Minotaur with a taste for my ass but no respect for the dainty nature of a human being’s sphincter. Is there anything worse than the first fucking week back from a long weekend? The Minotaur and I answer declaratively: no. So thank goodness, it’s Friday. And this is the Weekend Open Bar.

The virtual pub-bathroom stall-table at your favorite tavern. We all gather here. Sharing what we’re eating this weekend. What we’re watching this weekend. What GIFs are making us laugh inappropriately. It’s the Condemned Restaurant at End of the Internet Universe. But we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Let’s hang the fuck out, folks.