The worst bar you ve ever been dragged to
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 7:12 pm
There was a bar in Bloomington, IL when I went to school at ISU, and I cannot for the life of me remember which one it was. There were plenty of HORRIBLE fucking bars in Bloomington, but this one was the worst. I just tried to google it and thankfully it is gone, I think, although plenty of the other horrible fucking bars are still there.
It was like if you went to a basement frat party, except instead of bringing your own cheap beer you had to pay a lot of money (or at least what seemed like a lot at the time...probably $2.50 a beer as compared to the typical $1 to $1.50) and wait in line to get in, after taking a cab to get there. This dump was complete with long lines for every bathroom, constant blaring of frat boy approved pop tunes like "Brass Monkey" and "Tootsie Roll", and plenty of privileged dickheads looking for fights and dancing like fuckwads bumping into you all over the place, while the whores accompanying them would go "WOOOOOO!!!" a lot and wear sparkly tube tops and black stretchy pants. (this was circa 1999, 2000)
The sad thing is that I totally struck out with whatever girls I had gone there with on the sole pretense of really wanting to get in their pants. I am ashamed. I blame the fact that I was not thinking clearly since I would typically be drunk from 3pm on Thursday most of the way until waking up at noon on Sunday those days.
State College!
It was like if you went to a basement frat party, except instead of bringing your own cheap beer you had to pay a lot of money (or at least what seemed like a lot at the time...probably $2.50 a beer as compared to the typical $1 to $1.50) and wait in line to get in, after taking a cab to get there. This dump was complete with long lines for every bathroom, constant blaring of frat boy approved pop tunes like "Brass Monkey" and "Tootsie Roll", and plenty of privileged dickheads looking for fights and dancing like fuckwads bumping into you all over the place, while the whores accompanying them would go "WOOOOOO!!!" a lot and wear sparkly tube tops and black stretchy pants. (this was circa 1999, 2000)
The sad thing is that I totally struck out with whatever girls I had gone there with on the sole pretense of really wanting to get in their pants. I am ashamed. I blame the fact that I was not thinking clearly since I would typically be drunk from 3pm on Thursday most of the way until waking up at noon on Sunday those days.
State College!
