Where’s a Good Neighborhood Bar When You Need One?

Its Monday night, a bit after 8 pm, and once again wife unit has The Bachelorette on and is viewing it with same intensity a frog eyes a juicy insect.

Its so painful, so maudlin , so forced and trite that its painful for my brain to process the assault on the synapse.

Wish there was some man-place to seek refuge in at times like this.

Instead I think I’ll just scream inside

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