"This is where I usually make something up about some great thing being my idea or based on me, but not today! No, instead, let me tell you about my good friend who we'll call Gap T. for anonymity. No, that's too on the nose, let's call him G. Theory. Yes, that's better. My good friend spent his days in the 80's as a bouncer at a rather violent small-town bar. One day a movie producer was scouting locations and stumbled upon Bar 22, where G. Theory worked. Like any Saturday afternoon, my friend was kicking ass and taking names and the movie producer took notice. After a lovely dinner with my friend and his doctor ladyfriend, we'll call her V. Ward, the movie producer decided to make a movie about my friend. That's right, I know the guy that Roadhouse is based on. Eat shit world, because my friend will beat you up if you don't." -Brought
People who really want to have a good time won't come to a slaughterhouse. And we've got entirely too many troublemakers here. Too many 40-year-old adolescents, felons, power drinkers and trustees of modern chemistry.
/slams guy's head through table
escort this gentlemen to the door.
/has sex in barn
-Gap
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