I was going to make a joke about happy endings, but I thought the comedy police might arrest me on behalf of Friendly’s Family Restaurants and I’m never doing time in the same cell with the Hamburglar ever again. Despite what you may think, “Robble, robble” doesn’t mean “Give me some hamburgers, bitch” but he most certainly wants something. In fact, I still can’t get the acrid taste of steamed onions out of my mouth to this day. But I’m getting away from my original point which was to mention this great concept for a bar or should I say “beer spa” that will be opening at some point on Greenpoint Avenue.
Via the blog New York Shitty, it will be a place that you can “knock back a beer and get a nice massage.” Which automatically means that you’re much less likely to get kicked out for being drunk and taking your pants off. Toss back enough alcohol and you’ll finally know once and for all what it feels like to be a cow destined to be some Kobe Beef. Besides, a solid 14-hour bender is sure to make anyone’s muscles sore so don’t let anyone tell you differently. All-in-all not a bad way to spend a Tuesday afternoon. About the only bad thing I can say is, “Why didn’t I think of that?”