Squirrel
Ok, there's a nightclub here called Pearl. Our nightclub, in the spirit of rhyming, would be called Squirrel. (Steph wants "Riot Squirrrl," but then again, ze would.)
It would be a camping themed nightclub lit entirely by Coleman lanterns. The bar would serve S'more shots and those horrible foil dinners that contain a cut up hot dog and a half-raw potato. We'd import mosquitoes for ambience.
The go-go dancers would have little squirrel suits, and there'd be conveniently located gender-neutral outhouse bathrooms with the little moons carved in the top. Every night around 11, a bear would come through and tear everything apart.
Me: "Stephan, nobody wants this."
Steph: "EVERYBODY wants this. They will want it all the time."
It would be a camping themed nightclub lit entirely by Coleman lanterns. The bar would serve S'more shots and those horrible foil dinners that contain a cut up hot dog and a half-raw potato. We'd import mosquitoes for ambience.
The go-go dancers would have little squirrel suits, and there'd be conveniently located gender-neutral outhouse bathrooms with the little moons carved in the top. Every night around 11, a bear would come through and tear everything apart.
Me: "Stephan, nobody wants this."
Steph: "EVERYBODY wants this. They will want it all the time."