Weekend Open Bar: King For A Day, God For A Lifetime
Oh come all ye degenerates, the Bar is Open. It’s the Weekend. Let us gather around the slime-soaked tavern fire, spitting whimsy and regret. Spitting about what we’re doing this weekend. Be it a movie we’re going to see, a meal we’re going to eat, a transdimensional omnisexual Manta-Beast we’re going to bang.
Let us spit, spit together. For the walls are closing in, the eyes are bleeding, the days of our wind-sucking are shortening. So let us spend this time together. Spitting in revelry and camaraderie.
Tell me. What are you up to this weekend?