#Weekend Open Bar
Weekend Open Bar: Love & War In Cloud City
Yeehaw! It’s my favorite fucking column here on the Space-Ship Omega. Weekend Open Bar! The goddamn proverbial Royal Rumble around these parts. The obnoxious table of twenty at the Tavern. Here at Open Bar, anything goes. It’s the Weekend Long Column where I encourage you all to congregate. Use the comments section to opine about the NBA Draft. To declare your love for omnisexual Martians with Mommy issues. To post gifs of Honey Boo Boo. To share what you’re planning on sticking into your gut this weekend. Be it beer, pizza, or both (ideally). It doesn’t fucking matter, so long as it is in good spirits.
Weekend Open Bar: Phlegm Milkshakes For The Acolytes
Ah yeah! Friday, mothertruckers! And that can only mean one thing. Weekend Open Bar! The only fucking blog post you need over the next couple of days. Stop in here and let fly with anything! Consider us the corner table in the the Debauched Pop Culture Tavern. Share what you’re up to this the next couple of days. Share pictures of your Wonder Woman thong. Share gifs. Share stoned ramblings about the Illuminati. Anything & everything goes.
Weekend Open Bar: Electronic Rain On The Digital Roof
IT’S WEEKEND OPEN BAR, folks. That can only mean one thing. The craziest goddamn post here on OL. Anything fucking goes within these walls. Think of this little Liminal Slice of the Internet as your watering hole for the weekend. Stumble in here with drunken ramblings. Or lament your God Abandoning You as you sit by yourself on a weekend evening. Post GIFs, share what movie you’re seeing, shave your head and share pictures of your razor burn.
Weekend Open Bar: And miles to go before I sleep
This — my friends and enemies — is Open Bar. Its sole purpose is to serve as an electronic refuge, asylum, comic shop, table in your favorite pub, during the duration of the Weekend. Quite literally any and all non-malicious behavior is welcome.
Weekend Open Bar: Stand Back From The Centrifuge!
It’s the Weekend, folks. Now this can mean many things! Maybe it means you work. Maybe it means you don’t. Maybe you’re getting drunk! Maybe you’re surfing the Omniverse in a home-built Slipstream Time-Space Shuttle. Who the fuck knows, it’s a wild world.
But whatever you’re doing, know one thing. This is Weekend Open Bar. Where we can all come together no matter what we’re doing to share in the madness of the weekend. Proclamations of Love, Condemnations of Marvel, Wild Animated Gifs of Chris Evans or Eva Green. It’s all welcome here.
Weekend Open Bar: Stuff Your Mouth With Meat (Memorial Day Redux)
Hey fuckers! This is Weekend Open Bar. The 48-hour+ column where anything goes! Your one-stop chance to spout off about how The Illuminati is throwing games of Titanfall, comment on a show you’re marathoning this weekend, or post pictures of your genitals.
Weekend Open Bar: Sex Is A Metaphor
It’s the Weekend! Fuck yes. Forty+ hours of work, a lung-filling cold, a leaking bung-bung, none of this can stem my excitement! Now begins the restorative forty-eight hours of nonsense that allows me to momentarily forget the beef-and-phalange grinder that is the work week. This is Weekend Open Bar. The column of pure nonsense. Post the GIFs you find. Share drunken stories. Stumble in here and share dumb loot you find in dumb video games. It doesn’t fucking matter, just chat. Come with me! Literally! Figuratively! Join me!
Weekend Open Bar: Dance, You Swine!
It’s been a hot minute since we’ve rocked a Weekend Open Bar, but fuck it! As the kids say (said! like two years ago!) #YOLO. It’s been quiet around here, so this is the perfect post to just shoot the breeze. Share your plans for the weekend! Post dumb gifs. Enumerate the various reasons that you’re turned on by the Kool-Aid Man. (Pretty much) anything goes!