Tuesday, November 28, 2006


Our policy at the door is simple:

If a guy says he's going to his car -- or anywhere else -- to get a gun, he gets the shit kicked out of him before he can even take a step in that direction. The exchange will often sound something like this...

"Yo! I'm a git my gat, an..." BAM!!!

This is the sort of social commentary you'll get when I have no time. Thank you.