The smell of floor spilt popcorn and stale beer reminds me of a redneck fightbar. Jus nastiness.
Look, until the FDA comes in here with the hazmat team and declares it inhabitable again, I have to just stand by the entryway. It's just too yuckie in here. It creeps me out. No blacklight to see where it's safe to sit. The stains in the upholstry are just dead giveaways. The floors in the general areas, much less the bathroom
I think we need a gosip room of our own.
The pool table is trashed anyways because of Mike attempting his jump shot techniques. (Thanks Mike) Whoohoo
Ok, I'm just gonna stand here and listen in.
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