Bwog still fondly remembers repeatedly smacking our friend under the booth table as an older patron waxed poetic on the time he agreed to a deal to go down on a man to have sex with his lady friend, all in the 1020 bathroom. It would appear, however, that this time of glory is officially over. Say goodbye, too, to the immediate closeness of the boys’ bathroom, which now has stalls:
46 °F, Cloudy
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