Last Thirstday we went to Hugs. I am not sure what this bar is trying to be. They were rocking horrible 80's jams beyond speakable terms. As the sound level went up the population decreased. It was like the white flight when a neighborhood gets bad. One thing is true its a vaginal space. Cavernous vagina.
This is the second visit and I don't think I am going to take my third strike, just walk me.
* For trying twice and still not leaving with a good taste in my mouf.