Dear Asylum Vegan Biker Bar with 25 Cent Miller High Lifes (The Champagne of Beers),

You.Are.The.BOMB. Thanks to you and the beer-gods, I was able to achieve and remain at that magical, often sought-after Perfect Level of Obliteration, rendering last Saturday's events completely and utterly absent from my memory, yet oh-so present in my heart. You had the best music, the best beer, the best pool table, and the best atmosphere. And there was that one super cute dude I talked to....but I forget everything else about him.

Can We Hang Out Every Saturday?

P.S. - You can bring Daylight Savings Time again too; he's pretty much the shit and I think we make the best threesome ever.

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