The bouncer looks like he may be able to count to 8, but he was muscular. Looked like he needed to take a huge dump too, poor guy.
There was no cover that dreaded evening, thankfully. I was able to get a somewhat tasteful vodka cran. Music playing was questionable at most.
After what felt like 4 weeks, a group of people walked in. When reading on Lonely Plant I didn't know that large cats lived on PEI. However, with my own eyes I spotted 3 (three!) cougars. They were several years older than me and wanted to take my meat to presumably their den. I quickly tried to evade them, however cougars are clever beings. I tried to escape out the front door, but I needed a cab. I wanted to ask the bouncer, but I'm assuming he finally got a chance to relieve his bowels.
I was lost in this confusing community. Through several evasive manovers, and walking faster than the brittle bones of these cougars could move, I was safe.
I can not thank Michael's pizza enough for providing me shelter and calling me a cab.
I'm surprised this bar isn't a level on a Cabella's arcade hunting game. I will never return or recommend to anyone again. read more