Think of the most bro bar that you possibly can. Then think of it in Worcester. We walked in tonight, and the whole place smelled like shit, actual human feces, courtesy of some ballbag with the beer shits. Johanna and I look at eachother and say, "If we don't make this rule, it's going to be the worst time of our lives." Words to live by.
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