Aping around in April - Brass Monkey Style!

Eaterino signing in. Trying to break out of the that old rut.

The Funky. The B-mer. The Monk. Brass. BM. Stink Joint. Whatever you wanna call this beloved space, I accept. It's yours, take it, break it, make it your own. Spank it and call it whatever dirty names you want. I have feelings but not strong enough to deem this place anything less than heaven. It smells and smiles like a good bar should. Winking, stinking and drinking like a good bar would. Heaven is a place you go to and all your good friends are there cheering you on, stroking your back, pulling your leg and tossing free hot toddy's to you. Okay, well, the stink hots ain't free but who doesn't like a good diversion? Shit, my boss is coming to look over my shoulder. I better get on with the mundane mischief of life. Til the next rant.