Dusyt's?
Looks like whoever painted the sign was on their way out and not their way in.
Dusyt’s, where you can pray at the porcelain altar or call God on the big white phone.
Or where you can stand up and say “Hello, my name is Al K Hall and i beat the odds for a second Friday-Open-Bar-Night in a row.”
Twelve days and counting, babes.
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About Al K Hall
Like a battered drinker or a punch drunk boxer, i am here for another round.
For those of you who don’t know me, i’m a semi-professional writer on the rocks and a non-practicing alcoholic (if after 30 years of practicing, you still can't do something well, it's best to just give it up). For those of you who do know me, thanks for stopping by anyway and where’s the ten bucks you owe me?
Welcome to my Bar None. A hole in the wall where we can hang out and trade the kind of stories you swap only when you’ve had one too many and either can’t find your way home or are afraid to. Hell, it’s cheaper than therapy and plus the pictures are prettier. Here we’ll crack open bottles and jokes and ‘last call’ are the only dirty words you’ll never hear.
Pull up a stool and make yourselves at home.
http://about.me/AlKHall
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June 26th, 2010 at 12:12 am
go man, go!
June 26th, 2010 at 12:32 am
Thanks for the support, Erin!
June 26th, 2010 at 1:45 am
Every night is communion, but the red wine has been replaced by Jack Daniels
June 26th, 2010 at 11:03 pm
Boone’s Farm and Beef Jerky, brother!
June 26th, 2010 at 7:01 am
I may very well baptise my daughter here.
June 26th, 2010 at 11:03 pm
You could christen her with champagne…like a boat.
June 28th, 2010 at 1:32 pm
I’m proud of you. Life has been feeling pretty good with you on the wagon.