"Tonight we're talking about Christmas. Holidays. How do you handle them? Feel about them? Celebrate them?

"Give me a call. Let me know. Lines are open."

To take and use the phrase a woman walked into a bar in actual, strong-intended conversation had the immediate tendency to result in adamant laughter, and yet in this case it was the without-questioned truth. Walking into the bar was the very thing she had done, though without immediate knowledge or consequence aware as to what might result. All ( Read more... )

Dr. Cockroach is investigating a garbage can not far from the rear entrance to the bar. What? He's a cockroach. Even cockroaches have to eat. But, he's not specifically on a food hunt this time. He's trying to figure a way into his lab. Articles such as paperclips, keys, screwdrivers, even a set of lockpicks would be appreciated at this point ( Read more... )

'Man sitting at the bar, his long grasshopper legs tucked up on the support struts of the stool beneath him. He looks like the type that frequents this type of bar -- and worse. The kinds of places where gum isn't the only substance you have to worry about scraping off the bottom of your shoes after you leave ( Read more... )